Yes

Adam’s rhythm broke. His hips slammed forward one last time and stayed there. A low, rough grunt left him as he came. His cock pulsed deep inside Melissa, thick spurts of cum flooding her cunt. He held her hip tight and ground against her ass while he emptied, forcing it as deep as it would go. Melissa made a small, broken sound. Her arms had already given out. She was barely holding herself up.

He stayed buried until the last twitch. Then he pulled out slow. His cock slipped free with a wet sound. A heavy rush of cum followed, white and thick, spilling out of her stretched hole and running down her thighs onto the carpet. More leaked when her cunt clenched weakly. It pooled under her.

Mia came at the same time. Her fingers were buried in her own cunt. She gasped, quiet, hips rocking against her hand as she dripped onto the floor between her feet. Wetness ran down her inner thighs. She kept her eyes on Melissa while she finished.

Melissa collapsed. Her arms folded. She dropped onto her side on the carpet, breathing hard, body shaking, cum still leaking out of her and onto the floor. Her face was wet. Her eyes were half-closed.

Adam stood. He sat on the edge of the bed, cock still half-hard, shining with cum and Melissa’s wetness. He looked down at her.

“Clean me,” he said.

Melissa didn’t move. She just lay there, chest rising and falling.

Mia stepped over. She grabbed a fistful of Melissa’s hair and pulled her head up off the carpet. Melissa made a weak sound. Mia dragged her forward on her knees until she was between Adam’s legs.

“Open,” Mia said.

Melissa’s mouth opened. Mia pushed her forward. Adam’s cock slid between her lips. Melissa gagged once, weak, but Mia held her there. She made her suck. Slow. Melissa’s tongue moved because Mia’s grip didn’t give her a choice. She cleaned the shaft, the head, the mess of cum and her own wetness. Spit and leftover cum ran down her chin. Mia kept her moving until Adam’s cock was clean, shining only with spit.

When Mia finally pulled her off, Melissa tried to sink back down to the floor. Mia didn’t let go of her hair.

“The floor’s dirty,” Mia said. Her voice was calm. “You made the mess. Your cunt. His cum. My wetness. You’re going to clean it.”

She pushed Melissa’s face toward the carpet. Toward the puddle of cum and slick that had leaked out of her. Melissa whimpered.

“Tongue,” Mia said. “All of it. Every drop. You don’t get to leave it.”

Melissa’s tongue came out. She licked. Slow at first. Then Mia’s hand in her hair guided her. She cleaned the thick streaks of cum off the carpet. She licked up the mix of her own wetness and Adam’s load where it had pooled. She cleaned the spots where Mia had dripped. Her face stayed low. Her tongue worked until the worst of it was gone and the carpet was only damp.

Mia held her there until she was finished. Then she let go.

Melissa collapsed again. Fully this time. She lay on her side on the floor, breathing hard, face messy, body spent. She didn’t try to get up.

Mia climbed onto the bed. She settled against Adam’s side. His arm came around her. She rested her head on his chest. His cock rested against her thigh, soft now, clean.

Melissa’s voice came from the floor. Hoarse. Small.

“He raped me.”

Mia looked down at her.

“Because you asked for it,” she said. “Because you talked about me. Because you thought you were better. Because you tried to take him and humiliate me while you did it. That’s why he raped you. That’s why he came in you. And that’s why he’ll rape you again whenever he wants. Whenever I want. Because you insulted his wife. He’ll use you again. And you’ll take it. Because that’s what happens now.”

Melissa didn’t answer. She just lay on the floor, breathing.

Mia closed her eyes against Adam’s chest. His hand rested on her hip.