The villa's grand living room was a fucking abattoir of lust by the time the last door slammed shut, the lock clicking like a gunshot. The air was thick, stifling—a toxic fog of sweat, cum, squirt, piss, and the coppery tang of blood from bitten nipples and clits.
The rugs were soaked, the leather couches slick with fluids, the walls echoing with the wet slap of flesh, the guttural moans, the desperate, animalistic screams of women being fucked into submission.
I moved through them like a god of ruin.
Jessica said, coming over after dropping her clothes, "Jack... I can't wait any longer. Give it to me."
She was already spread-eagled on the leather couch, her shaved pussy lips peeled open with her fingers, her clit swollen, throbbing, begging to be destroyed. Her tits heaved, her nipples hard as fucking diamonds, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream.
I didn't fucking hesitate.
