They didn’t let me sleep that night either.
After the last load of the day had been pushed into me, one of them carried me to the bedroom and dropped me on the mattress. I thought that meant rest. It didn’t. Two of them climbed on either side of me, already hard again. One slid into my cunt from behind while the other fed his c**k between my lips. They f****d me slow and deep while the rest of the house quieted down, trading places whenever one of them got close. I drifted in and out, waking only when a new c**k stretched me open or a hand guided my mouth down.
Morning light came through the blinds and found me still full.
Someone was already inside me when I opened my eyes. The tattooed one, moving with lazy thrusts like he had all day. He finished with a low groan and left me leaking
