Later that night

Mateo

I have to carry Li to the bathroom and help her under the shower. We fucked her pussy so hard and often, that she is barely able to stand up straight. The cum in her hair is halfway dried up and Julianos handprint is visible on her right cheek. He slaped her until she was able to deepthroat him before pumping his last load down her throat. Her breath smells of cum and Tequila. I watch her as she starts to shower. We didn't even fuck her ass. She looks over to me when she cleans her hair, then her body. Her hands glide over her tits and her nipples are still hard. She flinches as her hands reach her pussy. We fucked her sore. She still plays with herself for me before finishing the shower and steping out. She is sober by know.

Fuck, even my clit is sore. I can't fuck for at least a few days. She says while wraping up her hair in a towel. She turns around to check herself in the mirror and she starts to moisturize.

I push her against the sink and play with her nipples. Is your mouth sore? She rolls her eyes.

Kinda... as is my throat. She tries to push me away. I slap her tits. Stop it or I am going to remind everyone that we can still fuck your asshole. She freezes mid movement. You wouldn't dare...

She can't react fast enough and I put a hand around her throat. She grabs my hand but she is far too weak. I pull her closer and calmy whisper into her ear.

Bitch, if I hear another fucking complaint or wrong word, Juliano and I will share that tight chink asshole until we can push both cocks in at the same fucking time before we dispose of you like a used condom. You have 20 minutes. If you are not gone by then, I will remind the boys of your other hole. I let go of her throat and she gasps for air before falling to her knees. I walk out of the bathroom and slam the door.

Who does she think she is...