Peter's cock was a thick pole splitting me in half as he pounded my cunt from behind, my face pressed into the mattress. His balls slapped wetly against my clit with every brutal thrust, sending shockwaves through my curled-over arms until they nearly buckled.

"You like that, you dirty fuckpiece?" he growled, his fingers digging into my hips. "Feels good being the WG's cum-dump now, doesn't it?"

I couldn't answer—just moaned like a bitch in heat. Since that little pink pill turned me from Stefan into Stefanie—a busty brunette with tits so big they swayed with every jerk of his cock—there wasn't a day I wasn't hosting a dick. First it was weird, his crass words pricking at me, but now… fuck. Now I needed the filth.

Peter leaned over, his chest slick against my back, and shoved his thumb between my pussy lips, rubbing my wet clit. "I'm gonna bathe that tight cunt with another load of cream. Say please, you slut."

"Please," I whimpered, arching. "Fill me, Pete. Make me dripping again."

His thrusts quickened, his groin smacking against my ass. I felt his pulsing against my inner walls right before he unloaded—warm jizz filling my eager hole, running down my thighs as I clenched around him.

Peter pulled out, gasping. Already, I heard a soft knock at my door.

Fuck. Marco was next.

Without hesitation, I rolled onto my back, spread