| JANE’S POV | In an instant, their hands were on me, gripping with a rough, unhesitating force that left me breathless. The bearded man withdrew from my pierced pussy with a wet, slick sound, the sudden emptiness tearing a gasp from my throat. In one fluid motion, they flipped me onto my stomach. The rough hotel sheets scratched my naked skin, and my face pressed into the mattress. I turned my head to the side, dragging in ragged breaths as the bearded man’s hands clamped onto my hips, lifting them higher. Both of them closed in behind me. The bald man grabbed me closer to him, his touch hungry and rough as his fingers sank into my ass. He kneaded the flesh hard before spreading my ass cheeks apart, baring my asshole to the cool bite of the air-conditioned room. “Look at that,” the bearded man breathed from behind me, his voice full of awe. “Her asshole is so fucking pretty.” The bald man’s calloused fingers traced the rose tattoo that curled around my asshole with a
| JANE’S POV | The bearded man leaned in, a grin spreading across his face. “Let’s see that slutty pussy of yours.” He pulled his cock from my hand and gripped down on my shoulders, while the bald man slipped his fingers from my pussy, grabbed my ankles, and together they lowered me onto the rumpled hotel sheets. The bearded man knelt before me, forcing his cock back into my mouth. At the same time, the bald man grabbed my legs, spreading them wide and pressing my knees toward my chest, leaving my pussy completely exposed. The bearded man and the bald man stared at my pussy in awe, their hungry eyes devouring every inch of my pussy, and their look alone sent a rush of heat through me. It made me feel wanted and desired. The bald man pressed his rough, calloused thumb against my pussy before sliding it lower, tracing the delicate skin of my asshole as he followed the swirling rose patterns inked there. The design flowed into the large butterfly tattoo spread across my puss
| JANE’S POV | I started selling my body at the age of 18 when my parents had died in an accident and left me with their $1.5 million dollars debt. Ever since then, I have been making a lot of money from selling my body to pay off the debt. On good days, I make more than $800 while on bad days, I make $500 or a little less. I was called Tattooed Bunny because my body was covered from neck to feet in tattoos, most of them in vivid colors.Every inch of my skin was adorned with intricate designs. My ass was decorated with scale patterns and the words ‘fuck me’ boldly inked across it. The only areas left untouched were my delicate face and the skin around my nipples, which remained bare and provided a striking contrast to the rest of my tattooed body.Over time, I had my ass and breasts enhanced to make them fuller and more bigger, knowing it would draw more attention and attract customers. I also had large ball piercings through both nipples, adding to my bold and provocative look.M
My blood ran cold. Mrs. Lisa’s eyes were wide, full of the same panic I felt, and she stared directly at me. The doorknob jiggled slightly. “Mom? Are you awake? I heard some weird noises coming from your room,” Ryan said from the other side of the door. Mrs. Lisa’s body, which had been limp and spent on top of me, suddenly went rigid. Then, with a slow, deliberate precision, she shifted. She pressed a finger to her lips, her eyes locking onto mine with a demand for absolute silence. Slowly, she shifted her weight, the slick heat of her cum-coated stomach pressing and sliding across my chest as she slid down my body. “Just a second, honey!” Mrs. Lisa called out, her voice remarkably steady, laced with just the right amount of sleepiness. “I was just… getting a glass of water. Must have bumped the wall.” As she spoke, she lowered her head between my thighs, her warm, wet mouth closing over the tip of my cock. I jerked, a strangled gasp catching in my throat. I bit down
| ANDRE’S POV | My words slipped out in a ragged whisper. “Yes… God, yes, Mrs. Lisa—it’s so tight. I… love your pussy so fucking much.” But those words were an understatement. She was hot, her pussy wet and impossibly soft, yet so tight it stole the breath from my lungs. Her pussy walls gripped my cock, pulling me deeper, and a guttural groan ripped free from my throat. “Ugghhhhh!” A slow, wicked smile curved across Mrs. Lisa’s lips. “Good. Now fuck me, Andre. Don’t just lie there. Fuck me the way you’ve always wanted to.” The command shattered my hesitation. I drew my hips back until only the tip of my cock lingered inside her pussy, then slammed forward in one smooth, desperate thrust that buried me to the hilt. Mrs. Lisa cried out, a throaty sound of pleasure, her nails biting into my shoulders. I slammed into her with a rhythm that stumbled at first but soon locked into a pace that tore moans from her throat with every thrust. The air grew thick, the room alive with th
| ANDRE’S POV | My blood turned to ice the instant I heard Mrs. Lisa say those words, and my hand froze mid-motion. Panic clawed at me as I fumbled, struggling to shove my cock back into my jeans. Heat surged up my neck, my face burning with a shame so fierce I thought I might pass out. Words spilled out in a broken rush. “Mrs. Lisa, I—I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… I was just leaving, I swear, I…” Mrs. Lisa finally turned to face me. She made no move to cover herself, no hurried reach for a towel, no flicker of embarrassment. Instead, she stood there with deliberate stillness, as if baring herself was the most natural thing in the world. Her gaze carried a knowing weight, a touch of boredom, as though she had seen this reaction a hundred times before and expected nothing less. My eyes couldn’t help but follow the soft curves of her body, the fullness of her breasts, heavy and perfectly shaped, tipped with dark, erect nipples. Heat rushed to my face, and my mouth went dry.