The guest room door handle rattled again, softer this time, but insistent.
“Ava?” Sophia’s voice was sleepy but worried, right on the other side of the wood. “I heard weird noises… like the bed moving or something. Are you okay? Can I come in for a second?”
Damien’s massive body was pressed against my back, his thick c**k already rock-hard again and nestled between my c*m-slick thighs. My holes were wrecked and leaking—thick rivers of his seed still dripping from my stretched cunt and sore asshole onto the sheets. My belly felt bloated and heavy from days of nonstop breeding. Bruises and bite marks covered my t**s and inner thighs, visible even in the dim moonlight streaming through the balcony doors.
He clamped one big hand over my mouth, the other reaching down to guide his c**k back
