Forbidden Collection
It was our dirty little pact to keep our dicks and cunts satisfied, soaked, and sore.
But marriage fucked that up. No more random dicks wrecking my cunt unless Drey’s there — watching, stroking, joining in. Threesomes became our nasty little ritual —cum-drenched orgies with the private chef, the plumber, the immigration agent, even the fucking mayor. Drey’s deep in politics, so our bed’s been a cum-soaked playground for every powerful bastard we meet.
I fucking loved it — every brutal thrust, every animal grunt, every stranger’s rough hands slapping my juicy ebony ass red.