Just moans. Guttural, desperate sounds. Her nails dug into the arms of the chair. Her hips bucked against the mouth on her c**t. The fingers inside her were relentless.
Xavier didn’t stop them. He held her in place.
“You’re gonna c*m, angel,” he said, sipping champagne like this was a f*****g opera. “You’re gonna c*m so hard, you’ll squirt all over their hands. And then I’ll make you wear it.”
Sky thrashed. Legs shaking.
“I…I’m…l can’t..”
“Do it.”
She shattered.
Her scream echoed off the marble.
Her body locked up, and she squirted.
Hard.
Spraying across the man’s fingers. Down her thighs. Over the dress. Onto Xavier’s legs. The men froze, eyes wide, drenched in her release.
And Xavier?
He moaned.
“f**k. That’s my girl.”
He shoved the men away and pulled her up, bent her over
