I woke up the next evening in a haze of pleasure and exhaustion.
My body felt deliciously used. Every muscle in my body ached in the most satisfying way. My p***y and ass were still tender and slightly swollen from the endless hours of being f****d by different men the night before. Dried c*m flaked on my skin, and the faint scent of s*x clung to me like perfume.
I no longer felt shame.
Instead, a deep, warm thrill ran through me as I remembered how many c***s had stretched me, filled me, and claimed me. I started to feel more and more hungry. I wanted more. I craved being used, watched, and broken again and again.
Then a soft knock sounded on the door of the Crimson Suite.
Two masked female attendants entered, smiling knowingly.
“Master Damien has requested you be prepared for tonig
