The gray dawn light filtered through the massive windows of the master bedroom, casting long shadows across the wrecked silk sheets. I lay sprawled on my back, every hole aching and leaking Damien’s thick c*m. My asshole still burned from the brutal pounding he’d given it, my throat raw from choking on his c**k, and my cunt throbbed with the constant reminder that he had used me like a worthless set of fuckholes all night.
Damien loomed over me, his powerful 6'4" frame glistening with sweat, silver-streaked hair messy, dark bourbon eyes blazing with unquenched obsession. His heavy c**k—still semi-hard and slick with our filth—rested against my swollen p***y lips as he read Sophia’s latest text aloud in a mocking tone.
“‘Everything really okay? You sound off lately.’ Poor little Sophia, w
