They did not put me back on my back.
Dax hauled me off the table. My legs did not work. c*m ran down both thighs — Greer and Rhys from my cunt, three men from my ass — and hit the floor in a thick tap I heard. He walked me to the mirror like I was a thing he had paid for.
“Look,” he said.
I looked.
Sable. Dress around my waist. t**s shiny with spit and Dax’s own spend from the last chapter. Mouth wrecked. Cunt open. Ass open. Cole standing behind my reflection with his c**k still out and his hands empty.
“That’s Cole’s girl,” Dax said to the glass. “That’s what six looks like before the last one.”
He put my palms on the mirror.
He did not f**k me first.
He pushed two fingers into my sloppy cunt, then three, then four, twisting in the creampie until I rose on my toes. Cole stepped c
