My face and t**s were still painted with Slade’s thick c*m, my freshly inked ass burned like hellfire, and my holes throbbed from the savage f*****g he’d just given me. Yet when he mentioned Lena watching...no, joining...a fresh flood of shameful arousal gushed from my wrecked p***y onto the leather chair.
“Lena?” I whispered, voice hoarse from screaming. My c**t pulsed at the thought of my best friend seeing me like this: legs spread, c*m dripping from my ass and cunt, face glazed like a cheap w***e.
Slade smirked, wiping his spent c**k on my thigh. “She’s been listening to every filthy moan through the wall. Get her in here, Lena.”
The door opened almost immediately. Lena stepped in, her cheeks flushed, n*****s visibly hard under her tight tank top. Her eyes raked over my c*m-covered
