Dirty Christmas
Rey slowed his pace momentarily, grinding deep into her ass to savor the way she fluttered around him, then resumed the punishing drive, his balls smacking against her.
Duncan's hands roamed, one tweaking her nipple roughly while the other held her head steady for his thrusts. Leslie's mind blurred, lost in the haze of restraint and raw sensation, the bite of rope, the burn in her throat, the stretch in her rear. She loved it, the way they used her without mercy, turning their friendship into this heated dominance.
As the intensity crested, Rey's fingers dug into her flesh, his cock swelling inside her. “Gonna fill this ass,” he warned, slamming home one last time before erupting, hot spurts