Continued!

Lila’s orgasm builds fast, her muscles locking, her pussy fluttering around his cock, her thighs trembling. She whines, the sound high and needy, her eyes flying open to lock onto Elena’s. There’s a silent plea there—please, please, please—but Elena just tilts her head, her expression cool, detached. Then she turns away, her heels clicking as she takes a step back, leaving Lila to her fate.

The client doesn’t stop. He pistons into her harder, his cock swelling, his balls drawing up tight. Lila’s vision whites out as her orgasm crashes over her, her pussy clenching around him, her juices gushing down her thighs. She screams, the sound raw and broken, her body shuddering as she comes, her legs barely holding her up. The client groans, his thrusts turning erratic before he buries himself deep and empties inside her, his cum flooding her in thick, hot pulses.

When it’s over, he pulls out with a wet sound, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. Lila’s legs give out, her body collapsing to her knees, her chest heaving, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Cum drips from her used pussy, pooling on the floor beneath her, her thighs slick with it. Elena watches for a long moment, her expression unreadable, before she steps forward. Her hand rests briefly on Lila’s shoulder, her fingers warm against her sweat-damp skin. It’s not comfort. It’s possession.

Then she walks away, her heels clicking against the floor, leaving Lila kneeling in the mess of her own submission, her body still trembling, her mind a haze of pleasure and shame. The client zips himself up, adjusting his suit with a satisfied grunt, before following Elena out. The door clicks shut behind them, leaving Lila alone in the silence, the weight of what just happened pressing down on her like a physical ****.

She stays there, on her knees, her breath slowly steadying, her fingers twitching against the cold floor. The cum inside her starts to drip out, a slow, embarrassing trickle, the scent of sex thick in the air. She should clean herself up. She should move. But she doesn’t.

Because this is what she is now.

And Elena made her this way.