Naomi didn’t just watch for long.
She watched until Marcus growled and flooded my cunt with thick, heavy ropes of c*m, until Malik followed right after and filled my ass, until both of them stayed buried inside me while their seed leaked out around their shafts in messy white streaks. Only then did she push off the washer and walk toward us, heels clicking on the tile, skirt already hiked up around her hips.
“Pull out,” she ordered softly. “I want to see the mess you made of her.”
Marcus and Malik slid free. Instantly I felt empty and ruined—cunt and ass gaping, c*m pouring down my thighs in thick rivulets. Naomi stepped between my spread legs, spread my cheeks with both hands, and stared at the wreckage.
“Look at that,” she murmured. “Stretched wide open. Creamy white p***y and tight
