I woke up slowly, my body tired and aching in the best way. Sunlight poured through the huge windows of Marcus’s penthouse. I was lying on my side, pressed between warm, solid bodies. Tyrone’s thick arm was draped over my waist. Jamal’s chest was against my back, his soft cock resting heavily between my ass cheeks. Marcus was in front of me, one big hand cupping my face. Noah was on the far side of the bed, still asleep, curled up like he was trying to hide from what we had done last night. My hole throbbed. I could feel their cum still inside me, warm and sticky, slowly leaking out every time I shifted. My thighs were sticky. My lips felt swollen. I had never been so thoroughly used, and I had never felt so alive. Marcus’s eyes opened first. He smiled that slow, dangerous smile and pulled me closer. “Morning, baby. How’s that pretty hole feeling?” I blushed hard. “Sore… but full.” “Good.” He kissed me deep and slow, his tongue sliding against mine while his hand sl
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