Emma woke the next morning in the massive bed, her body deliciously sore. Sunlight filtered through heavy curtains. Marcus and Lena were already up, watching her with predatory smiles. Her pussy felt puffy and tender, still leaking traces of last night’s cum. Her jaw ached from all the throat-fucking. Yet her clit throbbed with fresh need.

“Today is the real anniversary celebration,” Lena purred, tracing a finger over Emma’s cum-crusted nipple. “All of Marcus’s closest friends—twelve of them—are coming. No limits. We’re going to ruin this pretty white body until you can’t walk straight.”

Emma’s breath hitched. The fantasy that started with one accidental glimpse of Marcus’s enormous black cock...