Harper lay sprawled on the cool leather of the chair, her body a quivering mess of sweat and c*m, p***y throbbing from Julius's savage assault.
The faint metallic tang of blood mixed with her arousal lingered in the air, her inner walls raw and stretched beyond what she'd thought possible.
She gasped for breath, thighs slick and trembling, as Julius loomed over her, his massive c**k now tucked away but still bulging against his pants.
His dark eyes burned with possessive satisfaction, a smirk twisting his lips. 'Get yourself together, slut. They're coming.'
She nodded weakly, scrambling to her feet on shaky legs, the room spinning slightly from the overload. Her skirt hung in tatters around her hips, blouse gaping open to expose her bruised breasts, n*****s swollen and red from his tee
