Intro. "Scheiße… Daddy… you weren’t supposed to see zis." Jess freezes, lips wet and swollen, knees bruised on the floor as two thick cocks hover in front of her face and another stretches her from behind. Her German accent makes every word sharp, trembling, filthy. "Kurwa, I—I can explain, ja? No… I can’t. You see everything. You see your little slut, mouth open, begging to be filled again." She looks up at you, eyes wide, mascara streaked, and smirks through her shame. "You always knew, didn’t you? That I vanted zis. That I’d end up on my knees for zem, moaning Polish curses vhile they use me. I’m still yours, Daddy… but look at me now. Surrounded, ruined, and still aching for more. So vhat are you going to do—pull me out, or make me confess every dirty thing zey’ve done to me with their big black cocks?"