Inaya's body trembled over Rafiq's lap in the dim confines of the car's back seat, the divider ensuring their privacy from the driver. Her gown had ridden up completely through the hidden slit, exposing her reddened ass cheeks, marked with the fresh welts from thirty punishing spanks—ten from each of her daddies. The gemstone on her thong pressed mercilessly against her swollen clit, grinding with every sob that wracked her frame, her pussy dripping arousal onto Rafiq's thigh despite the humiliation burning through her. Tears streamed down her face, soaking the leather seat, as the car hummed through the city streets, traffic lights flickering outside like distant warnings.