Arjun stayed buried inside her, his cock still pulsing weakly as he emptied the last of his seed into her spasming cunt. The office door, which had been locked, now clicked open. Vikram didn’t lower his camera as two more men from the sales department, Rohan and Sameer, entered. They were already unbuckling their belts, their eyes dark with hunger as they took in the scene: Kavya, pinned and used, with Arjun’s cum already starting to leak out around his softening shaft.

“Looks like the party’s started without us,” Rohan said, his voice a low rumble as he squeezed his own thick erection through his trousers. “Think you can handle two more, Kavya? Or did Arjun wear you out?”

“She’s just getting warmed up,” Arjun grunted, finally pulling his slick, spent cock from her with a wet pop. He slapped her ass, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin. “Aren’t you, you little cumslut? Tell them how much you need.”

Kavya’s voice was hoarse. “Please… I need more. I need to be filled.”

Sameer was already behind her, his hands gripping her hips. He spat onto his fingers and rubbed the saliva over her tight, puckered asshole. “This one’s still virgin territory, isn’t it?” he mused, pressing a thick digit against the resistant ring of muscle. Kavya gasped, her body jolting as he began to work it inside, the slow, burning stretch a sharp contrast to the throbbing sensitivity of her well-fucked pussy.

Vikram moved in even closer, the camera’s lens now focused on Sameer’s finger fucking her ass. “Look at me, Kavya,” Vikram commanded, his voice surprisingly firm. She turned her head, her eyes glazed, to find him not just photographing, but stroking his own hard cock through his jeans. “I want to see your face when he breaks you in.”

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Sameer groaned, adding a second finger and scissoring them, making her whimper. “You ready for my cock in this ass, you corporate bitch?”

“Yes! Please, fuck my ass!” she cried out, her body arching.

At the same time, Rohan shoved his cock into her mouth, cutting off her pleas. “Suck it, whore. Get it nice and wet for your cunt. I’m going to fill whichever hole he’s not using.” The head of his dick hit the back of her throat, and she gagged, saliva dripping down her chin as she struggled to take his length. The room filled with the symphony of their grunts, her muffled moans, and the slick, wet sounds of triple penetration. Vikram’s shutter clicked relentlessly, a metronome to their depravity, as he captured every raw, explicit detail of her complete surrender.

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