Chapter 3
Left sprawled on the table, my skirt hiked up around my waist, torn blouse hanging open with my breasts fully exposed and marked with bites and slaps, my p***y throbbed painfully.
Thick globs of their c*m leaked from my gaping, stretched hole onto the wood in puddles, the emptiness worsening like a void sucking me in.
They had abandoned me like this, the bastards, and the fire still burned unquenched.
My fingers dove back into my messy, c*m-filled folds, rubbing my oversensitive c**t frantically, but it only brought a weak, unsatisfying orgasm that left tears flowing freely down my cheeks, the insatiable need raging on without mercy.
My fingers trembled as I reached into my skirt pocket, pulling out my phone with slick, c*m-covered hands that left sticky smears on the scre
