Stiles was still trembling on Derek’s chest, her body a slick, quivering mess from the morning’s first round—cum leaking from her stretched pussy, throat raw from swallowing, ass tingling from Scott’s fingers. Her massive tits heaved with each pant, pink nipples abused and hard, fat pink pussy clenching around nothing now, desperate for more. The men weren’t done; their cocks were already twitching back to life, eyes hungry as they manhandled her spent form.

“Time to switch it up, cock slut,” Peter growled, lying back on the bed, his massive 10-inch dick standing tall and veiny, still glistening from her mouth. He grabbed Stiles’s hips and pulled her trembling body onto his lap, positioning her to straddle him. “Get on top—ride this fat cock like the whore you are.”