Chapter 4: I Took Their Creampies and Their Praise Until I Forgot My Own Name

The silk ties are gone, but I’m still completely theirs.

They’ve kept me in the center of the massive bed for what feels like hours. My body is a trembling, dripping mess — cum leaking from both holes, tits red and marked from their hands and mouths, thighs sticky, lips swollen. The terrace doors remain wide open. Warm ocean breeze caresses my overheated skin while distant resort sounds drift in. Anyone could look up. The thought only makes me wetter.

Sophia straddles my face again, grinding her slick pussy against my tongue while Marcus pounds...