Stay as Mia, let David fill you, and experience the orgasm promised by Becky.

03:00 | Monday 4 Aug 2025 | Velvet Nightclub, Putney

You stare into the mirror, mascara streaks glistening on your cheeks, platinum hair wild, every inch of your body marked by the night—cartoon curves, CLARA inked just above your mound, every tattoo a declaration of surrender. The phone in your hand pulses with that blinding pink light, Becky’s voice syrupy and electric, her cartoon lips blowing you a kiss: “One tap, babe. Do you want to stay my perfect, needy little slut forever?”

Your thumb trembles, but you don’t hesitate. You tap the glowing button. Becky’s laughter ripples through your mind, a chorus of approval and triumph. “Good girl. Mia, you’re locked in. No going back. Now let’s give you the reward you’ve earned.”

The world blurs—David’s hands grip your waist, his cockhead nudging at your soaked entrance. His voice is a low, possessive growl: “Ready to show everyone who you belong to?” Clara leans in, her lips brushing your ear, nails raking over your ribs. “Let him fill you, Mia. Let us see how perfect you can be.”

David thrusts inside you in one slow, brutal motion. Your body clenches around him, every nerve ending raw and hungry. The plug slides out, replaced by the thick heat of him filling you, stretching you, making you whole. The ache of emptiness vanishes, replaced by an overwhelming, dizzying fullness. Your mind explodes—every thought dissolving into pure, helpless pleasure.

Becky’s voice returns, echoing inside your skull as David pounds into you, his hips slapping against your ass, hands fisted in your hair. “That’s it, babe. You’re my perfect girlfriend now. Cum for him. Cum for all of them.”

Clara’s fingers slide between your legs, circling your clit, her other hand gripping your breast, squeezing the swollen flesh until your nipple rings jingle. Luca and Theo close in, their cocks pressed against your thighs, their voices a chorus of filthy encouragement. “Take it, Mia. Show us how much you love it. Show us what a perfect bimbo looks like when she cums.”

Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, tearing through you, body convulsing, every muscle locking tight around David as he groans and empties himself inside you. Cum floods your pussy, fills you, spills down your thighs in hot, sticky streams. You scream, every word a filthy, grateful chant—David’s name, Clara’s, Becky’s, your own. The room erupts in cheers and laughter, hands everywhere—stroking, squeezing, praising you for your obedience, your need.

Becky’s voice is the last thing you hear as your vision whites out: “Congratulations, Mia. You’re mine forever now. And you’ll never, ever want to be anything else.”

03:20 | Monday 4 Aug 2025 | Velvet Nightclub, Putney

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