Stephanie’s POV
Not one cell of my body is strong enough to kick for a minute. I'm literally burned out, naked, almost buried in the pool of my squirt… our squirt, and Damien’s c*m.
“Lovely job, ladies.” He heaves a loud sigh while dumping the last of his s**t on us.
His c*m is like grease on my skin, warm and filthy and roughly layered. The sleek slimy fluid glides down my nakedness, sharpening the feel of climax that still shoots through my veins. As it glides down my body, it dulls out.
I fold like a pretzel, just needing air. No more c**k in my p***y. Nor my asshole or mouth or any slutty place on my body.
I just need to breathe.
Laura is now off her position, but unlike me, she’s collapsed in her chair, like a zombie. She also looks drained. Too drained to speak about whatev
