Amelia did not know what the time was as stirred slowly, the soft rays of mid-morning sun filtering through the heavy curtains of LeBron's master suite.
Her body ached in the best way—muscles sore from the night's marathon of c***s pounding her holes, skin sticky with patch marks of dried c*m from Joash, his friends, and now LeBron's fresh loads.
She lay naked on the rumpled sheets, her p***y and ass still tender, a faint throb reminding her of the double penetration that had left her screaming and squirting just hours ago.
No clothes, no shower—just as ordered, her body a walking testament to her submission, sperm-soaked and marked with handprints and bite marks. She had never felt to properly used.
A deep, rumbling voice pulled her from the haze of sleep. 'Wake up, baby girl. Breakfa
