Kayla slowly pulled back. She looked down at the wreckage between us, the foam, the overflow, and the sheer state of my spent body, and let out a soft, breathless chuckle.
"I told you... I wouldn't go easy," she panted. "Oh… wow. Fuck… my asshole actually hurts now."
The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the air vibrating with the heavy breathing of the seven maids. Kayla was still trembling on my lap, her body flushed a deep, feverish pink.
"Bend over, right there, Kayla," Tessa commanded, her voice a sharp, authoritative edge that cut through the haze.
