It’s five thirty already and Kira was seated in the Elysium next to Mira.
She was dressed in a black satin dress with spaghetti straps that revealed a large quantity of her cleavage. Her hair was styled into something rough and smoky to frame her delicate V-shaped face.
Underneath the dress that stopped barely an inch away from her bum, she was wearing a black g-string that did little to soak up the wetness that was already streaming down her thighs. If Kira thought she was wet before, then what she felt now had no words.
When she got here, the scent of cologne and perfume was the first thing that had welcomed her in. Followed by the triggering sight of a lady tied to one corner. Her hands and legs were bound, and while one man f****d her mouth, another man fisted her p***y, thrusting h
