The silence that followed the last boy's withdrawal was thick enough to choke on. Caroline lay sprawled across the oak demonstration table like a discarded ragdoll, her body glistening with sweat, saliva, and layer upon layer of cum.

Her thighs were coated in the milky evidence of twenty one raw creampies, her pussy swollen and gaping, her asshole still stretched and pink from the brutal use it had endured. Her blonde hair was a tangled mess, plastered to her forehead, and her makeup—what remained of it—was streaked down her cheeks in dark rivulets of ruined mascara.