Later on.

Your eyelids fluttered open, slowly. The first thing you registered was the sticky heat of a bare chest pressed against your back, a thick arm slung possessively over your waist. Your throat burned raw , as if it had been stretched, your thighs still trembling. It all came flooding back at once, as the mans breath was hot and uneven against your shoulder, his soft, but still long, length nestled between your butt cheeks

A whimper escaped your lips as you shifted, everything you did came flooding back... and you were disgusted with yourself. You held your breath, muscles tensing as you carefully lifted the heavy arm from your waist. His fingers twitched, a low grunt rumbling in his chest, but he didn’t wake. The mattress creaked under your slow,shift backward, inch by inch, until his soft cock slipped free from the hot press of your skin. The moment your feet touched the cold floor, a shudder wracked your body, thighs slick with sweat and sticky remnants of their claim.

The carpet muffled your steps, but every shift of your sore, trembling legs sent sharp reminders of the day’s brutality flaring through you. The cold air of the bedroom hit your sweat-slicked skin as you stumbled toward the bathroom, thighs trembling with every step. The ache between your legs pulsed with every heartbeat, sticky proof of what you’d let them do. Those 2, big, black men, and their huge cocks, in your bimbo body, a body you still werent' used to, and you'd let them use it like a whore.

A choked sob caught in your ruined throat as you gripped the sink, staring at the wreckage of the girl were now The door creaked behind you, a growl rumbled through the room. "The fuck you think you’re goin’, snowbunny?"

Marcus’s thick fingers dug into your hips, as he picked you up, pinning you against the sink’s cold porcelain as his cock twitched against your now open and inviting entrance.

"Ain’t no walkin’ away now," he growled, the words vibrating through your sore, trembling body. His free hand fisted in your hair, wrenching your head back until your throat arched, bared for his teeth.

You couldn't let this happen again surely? You had to fight this, you couldn't let yourself succumb again!

The moment of hesitation was your last.

Marcus didn’t ask, didn’t tease, just took, the thick, throbbing head of his cock spreading you wide before he shoved the rest of his length into you in one brutal, unforgiving slide. The stretch burned, your body clenching around the sudden, overwhelming invasion, a choked whimper tearing from your throat as your nails scraped uselessly at the sink’s smooth surface.

He didn’t give you a second to adjust, his grip on your hips tightening like iron, fingers digging bruises into your skin as he dragged you back onto him with a growl that rumbled through your spine.

The stretch burned like fire as Marcus buried himself to the hilt, your body betraying you with slick heat, clenching around his cock in helpless welcome. His growl vibrated through your spine,dark, possessive, victorious,as he dragged you back onto his cock with a wet slap of skin.

Every brutal thrust punched the breath from your lungs, your thighs trembling as he molded your body to his, reshaping you with each snap of his hips. You bit your lip until copper bloomed, clinging to the last shreds of defiance even as your pussy ached, being filled by him, leaking against cold porcelain.

The sink's cold porcelain bit into your thighs as Marcus' hips hammered into you with the relentless rhythm of a man claiming what was his. Your whimpers mixed with the slick slap of flesh, each brutal thrust punching the air from your lungs.

His cock dragged against that spot inside that made your vision blur, your mind had gone again, the stretch bordering on pain as your walls fluttered around his thickness. You could feel the moment his rhythm stuttered, the way his grip turned bruising as his thrusts grew erratic. Marcus' growl turned feral as his cock twitched deep inside you, the first hot pulse of cum flooding your tight channel. Your body arched instinctively, thighs trembling as he locked you against him, grinding his swollen tip against your quivering walls to milk every last drop.

The stretch burned deliciously as his release spilled in thick, rhythmic spurts, each one hotter than the last, painting your insides with possessive heat. Your whimpers dissolved into breathless gasps, nails scraping uselessly against the sink as his grip on your hips kept you impaled, taking every twitch of his cock like the good little snowbunny you were. But you were annoyed, he'd took advantage of you, you'd let him, but worse? You hadn't cum.