Chapter 4
Sophia’s pov
The second man did not wait even a second.
He grabbed my hips with both hands and flipped me onto my stomach over the edge of the exam table so fast my t**s smashed against the paper and the air left my lungs.
My feet barely touched the floor.
My ass was up in the air and my dripping cunt was right there for him, still leaking the first load down my thighs.
I felt his hands spread my cheeks open and then the fat swollen head of his c**k lined up against the messy hole the tattooed one had just used.
He did not ease in. He sank into that wet used cunt in one hard push and I cried out into the table, the sound muffled by the paper.
His c**k stretched me all over again, sliding through the c*m already leaking out of me, thicker and rougher than I was ready
