Amelia collapsed between them, body limp, a leaking mess—p***y and ass gaping, c*m bubbling out, face streaked, t**s painted. She panted, aftershocks rippling through her.
Joash pulled her into his lap, fingers scooping c*m from her holes to feed her. 'Look at you, obedient little c*m dump. Took us all so well.' He kissed her forehead, possessive. 'My friends approve. You're staying mine.'
The men toasted, dressing lazily. 'Best hangout yet,' Victor said. Amelia smiled weakly, basking in the praise, already aching for the next time.
But the night wasn't over. Joash wiped her clean-ish with a napkin, redressing her in the stained gown. 'One more round in the limo,' he whispered. As they left the lounge, his hand cupped her leaking p***y through the fabric. 'Feel that? Full of us. Walk pr
