Jake didn’t stop.

He kept fucking me over the sink in deep, steady strokes while the other three watched and stroked themselves hard again. My reflection in the mirror was a mess—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, tits swinging with every thrust, cum from three different guys already leaking down my thighs. Every time Jake drove forward, more of it dripped onto the tiled floor. The wet, filthy sound of my used pussy taking him filled the small bathroom.

“Please…” My voice cracked. I wasn’t even sure what I was asking for anymore.

“Please what?” Jake grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back so I had to look...