The first light of dawn crept through the windows of my Beverly Hills villa, painting Jenna's exhausted, trembling body in golden hues.
She lay sprawled across the bed, her breathing ragged, her skin glistening with sweat. Her asshole gaped slightly, winking at me as if begging for more, the remnants of my cum and piss still dripping from her well-used hole.
The sheet beneath her was a mess—soaked with her juices, my seed, and the evidence of our brutal night.
I smirked, admiring my handiwork. She had taken everything I gave her—every thrust, every slap, every humiliation—and still craved more. But the sun was rising in Japan, and I had other matters to attend to.
With a final, satisfied glance at Jenna's broken, satisfied form, I stood up, my cock still semi-hard from the memory of her tight ass.
I took a quick shower, the hot water washing away the scent of sex and filth, then teleported back to Kasumi's villa in Japan.
