Lorelei’s POV
The dressing room mirror showed a woman I barely recognized.
Cum streaked my heavy breasts and face. My p***y was red, swollen, and still leaking from the double creampie. My thighs glistened. My knees trembled. And yet all I could hear were the director’s words echoing like a death sentence.
Mr. Sinclair watched the live feed.
Although every single nerve in my body told me not to, I picked up my phone and read my boss’s text.
Mr. Alec Sinclair: We need to discuss your extra-curricular activities. My office. 8:00 AM sharp. Do not be late.
I stared at the message until the letters blurred. My stomach dropped. My freshly f****d cunt clenched hard around nothing. Even after everything those two men had done to me, the thought of him watching sent a fresh wave of shameful h
