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“Directed by: Fill, F**k, You Belong to Them”

I bite my lip as the first one comes. Warm, heavy, straight inside me. Lina doesn’t whistle. She wants more. “Swallow,” she orders. “Take him whilst the next one’s already thrusting.” I do it. The rhythm becomes frenzied, a mechanical beat of flesh, saliva and breath. My fingers dig into the leather. Every thrust pulls me deeper into the frenzy. Lina grabs my hair, pulls my head back. “Open your eyes. Watch them take you. You belong to them. Now.” I moan, let it happen, feel everything inside me clench. No escape. Just the throbbing, the wetness, the hard filling. As the last one comes, I shudder. Lina lets go, wipes the sweat from her forehead. “Breathe,” she says softly. “You did well.”