Anny’s POV
Mark’s tongue was still buried between my spread thighs when Victor’s voice cut through the darkness behind my blindfold. “Enough teasing. It’s time to give the birthday girl her real presents. Rotate, gentlemen.”
They didn’t remove the restraints. They lifted me with their strong hands and flipped me onto my stomach on the wide desk.
“Arch. Now.”
In a perfect curve like I'd been arching since high school, I positioned myself, my ass up, exposing my glistening p***y. My wrists were still cuffed behind my back. I felt the blunt head of Victor's thick c**k press against my soaked entrance.
“Ahhhhhhh,” I cried out in pleasure.
“Thank me, Anny,” Victor growled, gripping my hips.
“Thank you for f*****g me on my birthday,” I whimpered, my voice shaking. He thrust in hard, stre
