Sophia's POV

I could smell the thick scent of sweat, cum, and raw desire. Victor’s release still leaked steadily from my well-used pussy, warm trails running down my inner thighs and pooling on the concrete beneath me. I sat on the edge of the workbench, legs spread, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. My body weighed down with exhaustion and lingering pleasure, yet the hunger inside me refused to fade.

Victor stood before me, his thick cock still semi-hard and glistening with our combined fluids. He watched me with that intense, predatory gaze, as if deciding exactly how much further he could push me tonight.

“Turn...