The penthouse was dark except for the glowing red lights of the cameras. My hands were still tightly bound behind my back. I lay on my back on the large couch, legs spread obscenely wide, my fair Indian body glistening with sweat and juices. My pussy and asshole were red, swollen, and twitching from hours of relentless use.

Jamal knelt between my spread thighs, his massive black cock throbbing against my dripping entrance. The head was already slick with my cream.