The air in the room was heavy with s*x—sweat, musk, and the raw sound of my moans mixing with theirs. My body already ached, stretched, used, but they weren’t close to finished with me.
The first man had me on my back, his c**k buried deep inside me, f*****g me with brutal strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. My legs were bent wide, his hands gripping my thighs so hard I knew bruises would bloom by morning. Every thrust sent shockwaves through me, making my breath stutter and my nails claw at the sheets.
But it wasn’t just him.
The silver-masked man knelt beside my head, his c**k pressing against my lips. He slapped it across my cheek once, twice, then shoved past my mouth before I could protest. My throat stretched around him, gagging, saliva spilling down my chin as he use
