Sin On the 28th floor
Ryan swallowed every drop she squirted, groaning into her, then pushed her off and made her clean both their cocks with her mouth until they were shiny again.
Anal training came next.
Marcus pulled out a thick, ridged silicone plug with a vibrating base. “This is your new ass. You’re going to take it every single day now. No turning back.”
He lubed her generously and pressed the head against her tight ring. Emma whimpered, already sore from the hours of cock and tongue. But she pushed back against it, needing it, needing them.
“Tell us how much you need this,” Marcus said, voice low.
“I need your cock in my ass. I need it to own me.”