Chapter 4: Addicted to Being Filled The night had blurred into a haze of pleasure, cum, and overwhelming sensation. I had lost all track of time. The only things I knew were the feeling of strong hands on my body, thick cocks stretching my holes, and the constant, delicious pressure of being filled again and again. My belly was now visibly swollen, round and heavy like I was already carrying their seed. Cum leaked from my pussy and ass in thick, steady streams no matter how many loads they pumped into me. Marcus gently lifted my chin, his thumb brushing across my cum-stained lower lip. “You still with us, beautiful?” he asked softly, his voice full of praise. “You’ve taken so much tonight. Most women would have begged us to stop by now.” I looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, my voice hoarse but honest. “I don’t want you to stop… I want more. Please keep filling me.” A low, approving groan went through the entire room. “That’s our girl,” Marcus said proudly. He turned to
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