The blindfold was gone, and the light felt harsh. I lay back on the sodden sheets, my body slick with sweat, my own slickness, and the sticky, hot residue of three different men’s c*m.
My muscles were trembling, and the dull, deep ache in my p***y and ass was a constant reminder of the physical cost of this job interview.
Ethan brought me a glass of water, holding it to my lips. It was a strange moment of almost kindness, instantly corrupted by the look in his eyes...pure, satisfied ownership.
“You’re doing great, Odessa. But don’t slow down. Round two is about endurance. Show us how much you can take, not just how much you want,” he said, pulling the glass away before I was truly satisfied.
The second round was exponentially worse and incredibly more carnal.
The men were rougher, ha
