A Valentine's Slút (Part 3)
“Do you understand?” My husband asks.
There is a chorus of responses. I can hear both male and female voices in the background.
I shudder, my breath catching. How many strangers are there? Two? Three? Ten? I have no fúckíng clue. And that’s what makes my pússy clench with reckless, wicked need.
In all my years of indulging in the kinkier side of séx, I’ve never been fúckéd by more than two strangers at once. I’ve never really called myself an exhibitionist, but here I am…blindfolded, bound, and completely bare with a room full of men and women watching me like I’m their next fúckíng meal.
I can’t see them, but I feel their eyes devouring me. I’m on display like never before, and my head spins with conflicting feelings: fear, anxiety, pride… and pure, filt
