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| JANE’S POV | The bearded man leaned in, a grin spreading across his face. “Let’s see that slutty pussy of yours.” He pulled his cock from my hand and gripped down on my shoulders, while the bald man slipped his fingers from my pussy, grabbed my ankles, and together they lowered me onto the rumpled hotel sheets. The bearded man knelt before me, forcing his cock back into my mouth. At the same time, the bald man grabbed my legs, spreading them wide and pressing my knees toward my chest, leaving my pussy completely exposed. The bearded man and the bald man stared at my pussy in awe, their hungry eyes devouring every inch of my pussy, and their look alone sent a rush of heat through me. It made me feel wanted and desired. The bald man pressed his rough, calloused thumb against my pussy before sliding it lower, tracing the delicate skin of my asshole as he followed the swirling rose patterns inked there. The design flowed into the large butterfly tattoo spread across my puss

The night had gone quiet after Zack’s birthday party. His sitting room held the strong smell of spilled beer mixed with the faint smoke of candles that had burned low. The mess of the celebration remained scattered in every corner. Empty bottles covered the coffee table, some tipped on their sides with traces of liquid still inside. Crumbs from half-eaten snacks clung to the couch cushions, pressed into the fabric where people had sat for hours. Not long ago, Zack’s house had been filled with laughter and noise. Neighbors from across the street and down the block crowded into the living room, raising their glasses and clapping him on the back as he celebrated his twenty-seventh birthday. Among the guests was Zack’s new neighbor, Bella. She had watched him closely throughout the night, her admiration quiet but constant. It wasn’t only his looks that caught her attention but the calm, confident way he carried himself. People seemed to like Zack instantly, drawn to the ease in h

Bella’s dark eyes glimmered with a sudden, hungry desire, and a slow, wicked smile curved over her lips. Without a word, she rose from the couch, her body trembling with unsteady movements. She swayed for a moment, the floor tilting beneath her, before forcing herself into two awkward, unsteady steps toward the low, wooden coffee table, her fingers brushing its edge for support. With a soft grunt, Bella sank to her knees on the rug, leaning forward so that only her upper body rested on the cool surface of the low coffee table. She nudged a few empty bottles aside, the faint clink of glass echoing in the quiet room, creating just enough space to brace herself. Her back arched deeply, every curve of her spine and shoulder blades outlined. The dim, gentle light of the sitting room fell across Bella, highlighting the faint sheen of sweat and the mixture of their fluids between her thighs, gliding over the curves of her body with a soft, tender glow. Zack’s breath hitched at

| MANDY’S POV | A sudden chill shot through me, locking every muscle in place. My chest seized so hard it burned, and my pulse pounded so violently I couldn’t tell if it was racing or about to give out. I scrambled backward against the bench, yanking my skirt down in a hurried attempt to cover myself. My hands shook so badly they fumbled over the thin fabric of my panties before finally catching hold. With clumsy, desperate jerks, I dragged my panties up from around my knees and yanked them back into place at my waist. In the rush, my phone slipped from my hand, hitting the floor with a loud clatter, Professor Dan’s photo still glowing on the screen as it faced up. Chris didn’t move. He just stood in the doorway with that same infuriating, smug smirk plastered on his face. His gaze slid from my face down my body, pausing on the phone at my feet before climbing back up again. Then he stepped forward, slow and steady, and shut the door behind him with a soft, final click.

| MANDY’S POV | Chris’s order rooted me in place. My legs couldn’t move, still weak from the way Chris had just fucked me minutes ago. My body throbbed with aftershocks, each breath and shift a reminder of how hard Chris had pounded my pussy with his cock and how deeply he had cum inside my pussy. The locker room air was stinging and cold, prickling across my bare skin and raising goosebumps that only made me more aware of how exposed I was under Chris’s stare. A warm trickle of Chris’s cum slid down my thigh. My mind urged me to run, to grab my torn clothes and escape, but my body stayed unresponsive, heavy and locked in place beneath the weight of Chris command. Chris lounged back on the bench, watching me with an expression of bored expectation, as though my obedience were nothing more than a certainty waiting to happen. His fingers tapped against his thigh in a slow, deliberate rhythm before he patted it again, the sound cutting through the silence of the old athletics