Sarah and Cole showed up for a strip-club date, but the second Draven stepped on stage the plan went to hell. Black hair swinging, tits bouncing with every move, the dancer zeroed in on Sarah like the room was empty. The lap dance started with grind and ended with Sarah on her knees, mouth full of Draven’s cock while Cole watched from the shadows. Now the lights are off and the doors are locked, yet the three of them are still here—Draven flat on his back, Sarah riding him in a sweaty sixty-nine. Her big, natural tits press to his stomach while her tongue works his shaft and her hips roll hard, taking every inch. Cole’s knees ache on the sticky floor, but Draven’s hand in his hair keeps him close. Every time Draven pulls out slick with Sarah’s cream, Cole is ordered to lick it clean before the cock is buried back inside her. Draven flips her onto all fours. He pounds deep, muscles flexing, the slap of skin loud in the empty club. Between thrusts he yanks Cole forward again, feeds him the soaked length, makes him taste how wet she is. Sarah moans louder, pushing back, begging for more while Cole swallows and drips. They shift again—Sarah on her back, legs spread wide, Draven driving in from above. He pauses only long enough to drag Cole’s face between her thighs, then pulls him up by the jaw to clean the shaft once more. Cole’s tongue shakes. Draven smirks, slams home, and Sarah’s nails rake his shoulders as another orgasm rips through her. Cole stays right there, mouth open, ready for the next order, while the night stretches and the cuck’s humiliation only gets deeper.
Sarah and Cole showed up for a strip-club date, but the second Draven stepped on stage the plan went to hell. Black hair swinging, tits bouncing with every move, the dancer zeroed in on Sarah like the room was empty. The lap dance started with grind and ended with Sarah on her knees, mouth full of Draven’s cock while Cole watched from the shadows. Now the lights are off and the doors are locked, yet the three of them are still here—Draven flat on his back, Sarah riding him in a sweaty sixty-nine. Her big, natural tits press to his stomach while her tongue works his shaft and her hips roll hard, taking every inch. Cole’s knees ache on the sticky floor, but Draven’s hand in his hair keeps him close. Every time Draven pulls out slick with Sarah’s cream, Cole is ordered to lick it clean before the cock is buried back inside her. Draven flips her onto all fours. He pounds deep, muscles flexing, the slap of skin loud in the empty club. Between thrusts he yanks Cole forward again, feeds him the soaked length, makes him taste how wet she is. Sarah moans louder, pushing back, begging for more while Cole swallows and drips. They shift again—Sarah on her back, legs spread wide, Draven driving in from above. He pauses only long enough to drag Cole’s face between her thighs, then pulls him up by the jaw to clean the shaft once more. Cole’s tongue shakes. Draven smirks, slams home, and Sarah’s nails rake his shoulders as another orgasm rips through her. Cole stays right there, mouth open, ready for the next order, while the night stretches and the cuck’s humiliation only gets deeper.
