Leona lay on the wooden crate. Her body felt heavy. She could not move.
Her p***y was sore. It throbbed with a dull ache. Thick, white c*m leaked out of her open hole. It ran down her leg and made a puddle on the wood.
She was a mess. She smelled like s*x. The room stank of sweat and musk.
Damian stood over her. He buttoned his pants. He looked calm. Cold. Like he did not just ruin her.
He pulled out his phone. He looked at the screen.
“She is ready,” Damian said into the phone. “Bring your d**k. We are not done with her yet.”
He hung up.
Leona’s eyes got wide. Who is he calling?
She tried to sit up. Her body was weak. She tried to wipe the c*m off her leg with her hand. But it was too much. It was sticky everywhere.
The warehouse was quiet. The light bulb swung back and forth. Th
