Lily’s boobs carried the tiny red punctures from last night’s thorns like secret stars. Small scabs had formed overnight—dark dots across the curves, faint trails where blood had run. Every time she moved, the skin pulled and reminded her how the barbs had torn while Jack fucked her ass raw and hung her high. The pain had faded to a dull throb, but the memory kept her pussy slick even in the quiet morning.

She hadn’t worn anything since the thorn bra came off. Naked felt right now. Marked. Exposed. Owned.