The room pulsed with the aftermath—thick, humid air heavy with the stench of piss, cum, and cooling sweat. Elena lay sprawled on her back amid the ruined black satin, legs still splayed wide, cunt gaping and raw from Marcus’s brutal pounding. Thick ropes of his seed leaked slowly from her stretched hole, mixing with her own squirt and the golden puddles Victoria had released earlier. Every shallow breath made her heavy tits rise and fall, nipples bruised purple from sucking and biting, skin streaked in drying fluids that glistened like obscene war paint under the dying candlelight.

Victoria knelt beside her, naked except for the thin gold chain still circling her throat—the same one from the old pregnancy photo Elena had worshipped for years. Her massive breasts hung low, swaying gently, dark nipples erect and glistening with Elena’s spit. She traced lazy circles around one of Elena’s swollen areolas with a fingertip still slick from her daughter’s pussy.