Left sprawled on the table, my skirt hiked up around my waist, torn blouse hanging open with my breasts fully exposed and marked with bites and slaps, my pussy throbbed painfully. 

  

  Thick globs of their cum leaked from my gaping, stretched hole onto the wood in puddles, the emptiness worsening like a void sucking me in. 

  

  They had abandoned me like this, the bastards, and the fire still burned unquenched.

  

  My fingers dove back into my messy, cum-filled folds, rubbing my oversensitive clit frantically, but it only brought a weak, unsatisfying orgasm that left tears flowing freely down my cheeks, the insatiable need raging on without mercy.

  

  

  My fingers trembled...