Tyler’s cum was still leaking down my thighs, thick and hot, but his monstrous cock was already rock-hard again, throbbing against my ass like it owned me. The secret room smelled like sex — sweat, my pussy juices, and his masculine musk. My naked portrait watched us from the wall like a filthy witness.

“You’re not leaving this room until I’ve completely ruined you, Tiffany,” Tyler growled, spinning me around and slamming me face-down onto the desk. My tits pressed against the cold wood, nipples aching. He kicked my legs wider, exposing my cum-dripping cunt and twitching asshole.

“Three years I held back,” he snarled, slapping my ass hard enough...