Filthy Obsessions. A Filthy Collection Of Forbidden Desires
Brianna perched on a server rack, bat across her lap like a scepter, red lipstick smeared from laughing, thighs rubbing under her jeans.
Big Daddy Burrito loomed behind Layla, metal hand protective on her bare thigh, thumb tracing slow filthy circles, the heat from his chassis making her skin tingle, cock twitching under his panel like it wanted in on the fun.
Layla crunched a kernel loud, salt on her lips, eyes locked on Rex and Milo—pants pooled at ankles, cocks half-hard from fear and secret want, the warehouse stinking of burnt circuits and fresh cum.
“We’re the judges now” she said, voice lazy and venom-sweet. “No filming. Yet. Impress us—or we post your bisexual meme pages to your moms