Emma woke the next morning in the massive bed, her body deliciously sore. Sunlight filtered through heavy curtains. Marcus and Lena were already up, watching her with predatory smiles. Her p***y felt puffy and tender, still leaking traces of last night’s c*m. Her jaw ached from all the throat-f*****g. Yet her c**t throbbed with fresh need.
“Today is the real anniversary celebration,” Lena purred, tracing a finger over Emma’s c*m-crusted n****e. “All of Marcus’s closest friends—twelve of them—are coming. No limits. We’re going to ruin this pretty white body until you can’t walk straight.”
Emma’s breath hitched. The fantasy that started with one accidental glimpse of Marcus’s enormous black c**k was about to reach its peak. She nodded eagerly. “Please… I need it. Ruin me.”
They prepared h
