Victor looked down at my c*m-leaking, trembling body with dark satisfaction. His thick load was still slowly dripping out of my well-f****d p***y onto the sofa. He stroked my hair gently, then turned to his two closest friends.
"Marcus. Jake. You can have her tonight," he said, voice low and commanding. "Use her. Enjoy her. But I decide when and how. She is still Daddy's princess."
The shift in the room was immediate and electric.
Marcus, the biggest of the group — tall, heavily muscled, with powerful arms and a chest like a linebacker — moved first. He lifted me effortlessly from Victor's lap and carried me to the center of the living room carpet. He laid me on my back, pushed my legs back toward my shoulders, and stared hungrily at my swollen, c*m-filled cunt.
"f**k, Victor
