All four bodies lay sprawled in the tangled sheets, chests heaving, skin slick with sweat and cum. Stiles’s porcelain-white curves glistened—massive tits rising and falling, pink nipples still swollen and bruised, fat pink pussy and gaping ass leaking thick white rivulets of their mixed loads down her thick thighs. She panted softly, eyes glassy, body trembling from the chain of orgasms that had wrecked her.

Peter was the first to speak, voice low and rough. “Get up, slut. Time to freshen up.”