Mr. Castellanos chuckles, patting the boy's shoulder. "It's more than okay," he says, his voice like a serpent's hiss. "It's what she's here for." He winks at you, the malice in his gaze making your stomach churn. "Go on, boy. Give her what she wants."

The delivery boy hesitates for a moment longer, then he leans over, his cock brushing against your sticky thigh. You feel the tip of his dick touch your clit, and despite yourself, you can't help but arch into the contact. His eyes widen, and with a shaky breath, he pushes into you, filling you once again. The men cheer and slap your ass as he starts to fuck you, his hips moving with the same enthusiasm as the others before him. You can feel the jam squelching inside you with every thrust, the sticky mess making you feel even more like a used whore. Your pussy clenches around his cock, and you know that you're going to cum again, no matter how much you want to resist.