The bakery room was elegant. Too elegant for what Sky was going through.

Golden sconces, satin-draped tasting table, tiers of buttercream perfection laid out like a wedding planner’s wet dream. The air smelled like vanilla, strawberries, and expensive frosting.

But Sky?

Sky smelled like cum.

She sat beside Xavier, barely. Her thighs were still trembling, pressed tight together, bare beneath her short black dress, no panties to hide the wreckage between her legs. His cum was still slowly leaking out of her, warm, thick, humiliatingly wet.

Her cheeks were flushed.

Her hair was messy.

Her nipples were sore.

Her pussy was screaming.

And across from her?

A man in a...