The bathroom was still steamed up from their earlier f**k and the air heavy with the scent of sweat, s*x, and spilled c*m. The mirror was streaked from where Christopher had bent her over the sink and f****d her so hard her t**s bounced against the glass, leaving sweaty prints behind.
Vivian stepped under the hot water, her body tender, throbbing, her thighs still sticky from the breeding session Christopher had given her across every surface in their penthouse.
Her p***y ached beautifully, stretched and used, her n*****s sore from his teeth, her throat raw from how deep he made her choke on his c**k at breakfast.
She should have been exhausted.
She should have been washing off all the filth they made.
But the second her fingers drifted down her stomach, sliding through the sticky mes
