Emma lay sprawled on the bedroom floor, her body a quivering wreck amid the tangled sheets and scattered pillows. The air hung heavy with the stench of sweat, semen, and the faint coppery bite of blood. Her chest heaved in erratic bursts, lungs burning as if she'd run a marathon through hell. Every inhale scraped her raw throat, sending shudders through her frame. c*m oozed from her abused p***y and ass, pooling beneath her on the hardwood, sticky and cooling against her fevered skin. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, muscles knotted from the relentless pounding, while bruises bloomed like dark flowers across her hips, breasts, and neck—marks of Jefferson's unyielding grip.
She stared at the ceiling, eyes unfocused, tears blurring the fan blades into hazy spirals. Hyperventilation gripp
