The cool night breeze hit my naked, cum-soaked skin like a slap. I was dragged out of the police van onto a dimly lit open ground behind the concert venue. The distant bass from the stage still thumped in the background, but now I was the main show. At least ten to twelve men had formed a hungry circle around me — police officers, security guards, concert organizers, and a few rich influencers who had connections. Their eyes burned with raw lust as they stared at my ruined body.

Cum dripped from my pussy and asshole in thick streams, ran down my thighs, and dried on my face and heavy breasts. I looked like a cheap, well-used whore.