The VIP lounge pulsed with low, dirty laughter and the wet slap of skin on skin. I knelt in the center of the massive padded platform, my body already slick with sweat and c*m from the last round. Mirrors lined every wall, throwing back a dozen filthy versions of me—t**s bouncing, thighs spread, mouth open. Victor stood behind me, his thick c**k still buried deep, stretching my soaked cunt to the limit. His big hands gripped my hips like he owned every inch of me.
"Look at yourself, baby girl," he growled, voice low and commanding. He fisted my hair and tilted my head toward the mirrors. "See how pretty you look getting f****d like Daddy's shared little slut."
Shit... I should feel humiliated. Ten powerful men watching me drip all over this cushion, their eyes hungry, c***s hard ag
