Elira was barely conscious.
Her body twitched, slack and broken, a leaking canvas of fluids and bruises. Her face was smeared in cum, spit, and sweat. Her belly was distended, sloshing with semen from three cocks stuffing her holes in tandem. Her ass gaped, her pussy gaped, her mouth hung open like she was trying to scream—but no sound came.
She looked like a doll someone had fucked the soul out of.
And that's when Rinni pounced.
"Okay~ my turn!" she chirped, skipping across the stone floor, her bare feet splashing through the puddles of filth that pooled beneath Elira's limp form. "You had your fun, you old ballsacks—now let me play!"
Yoru slapped Elira's ass one more time as he pulled out, laughing as a flood of cum followed him. "She's all yours, mistress rinni."
Rinni grabbed Elira by the hair and yanked her up onto her knees.
The maid whimpered, blood mixing with drool at the corner of her lips.
Rinni crouched in front of her, face-to-face.
