The gymnasium doors burst open outwards and the night air hit Caroline's bare skin like a slap. She was slung over Marcus's shoulder like a sack of laundry, her naked body bouncing with every step, her face hanging down toward the concrete path. Her pussy—still gaping, still leaking a thick trail of cum down her inner thighs—was on full display to anyone who might have been watching. Not that anyone was. The campus was empty, just as they'd promised.

"Champion's trophy!" the tight end shouted, his voice echoing across the quad. "Look at her, boys. Look at what victory tastes like."