I barely had the strength to move, but the hunger in their eyes pulled me up like strings. My body was a wreck: face painted thick with drying c*m, t**s streaked and shiny, p***y so swollen and overflowing that every shift sent warm rivulets running down my thighs onto the ruined sheets. The room stank of s*x, sweat, and pure filth.
Jake lay back against the headboard, legs spread, c**k standing angry-red and veiny, still slick from being buried inside me. Mark stood beside the bed, stroking himself slow, eyes locked on the creamy mess leaking from my cunt.
“Get over here,” Jake ordered, voice rough. “Ride your husband. I want to watch my c*m get f****d deeper into you while you bounce like a desperate whore.”
Mark climbed onto the bed and lay flat on his back, c**k pointing straight up
