The two old men finally left—Daddy Whittemore and Grandpa Whittemore zipping up with satisfied grunts, slapping Stiles’s ass one last time like she was their property. “See you next family dinner, slut,” Grandpa chuckled, and they were gone.

Stiles stayed on the bed for a long moment, breathing heavy, cum leaking from her pussy and ass, body trembling from the overstimulation. She dragged herself up, legs shaky, and walked naked to the en-suite bathroom. The hot shower washed away the sweat and stickiness, but it couldn’t wash away the hollow ache inside her chest. She soaped her fat tits, her sore nipples, her swollen pussy—trying not to cry.