They gave me water and ten minutes.

That was all.

I was still on the rug, legs shaky, cum continuing to leak out of me in slow, heavy drips, when Harlan crouched down, grabbed my jaw, and made me look at him. His eyes were cold and satisfied.

“Get up. We’re not finished.”

Victor and Grant were already hard again. The sight of my used body—breasts covered in handprints, thighs shiny, cunt red and overflowing—had been enough. Harlan pulled me to my feet. My knees nearly gave out. Grant caught me from behind, one thick arm locking around my waist, the other hand immediately cupping my sticky, tender cunt and...