**The Next Morning**
Sky woke up mumbling some words.
Her lashes fluttered.
Her lips were parted, dry and sore, the taste of c*m still thick on her tongue. Her throat burned. Her jaw ached. Her body was too heavy to move, pinned by soreness, every muscle spent.
Her arms were still cuffed above her head. The leather was tighter now, digging into her wrists from how much she must’ve pulled against them. Her legs were sticky. Her inner thighs were coated in slick and dried c*m. Her n*****s were sore, raw, overstimulated. Her c**t throbbed in dull, pulsing aches.
But the worst part?
Her p***y was still leaking but thank goodness ger ass was not plugged anymore.
Her ntire lower body pulsed with soreness from being used, stretched, and f****d all night long.
She whimpered.
It didn’t e
