They didn’t give me time to recover.

Harlan reached down, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me up from the rug like I weighed nothing. My legs were unsteady. Cum from all three of them was still leaking down my thighs and dripping onto the hardwood. Victor and Grant watched with open, hungry satisfaction as Harlan dragged me the short distance to the large leather sectional and pushed me down onto my back.

“Spread your legs,” he said.

I did. There was no point pretending I still had the strength to refuse. My cunt was red, swollen, and shiny with the mess they had already left inside me. Grant moved first...