The New Maid 2

Vixen’s caught him balls-deep in Lily, and now Jimmy’s going to pay. She peels him out of his clothes and makes him step into a little black French maid uniform—stockings, frills, and all—then pushes him down over the bed. Her hand cracks across his bare ass. Lily grabs the paddle and swings it hard. Each blow makes him jolt, skin flaming red, while the women grin at his whimpering. Vixen strips and straps on a thick, black cock that dwarfs the one hanging between Jimmy’s legs. She bends Lily over the dresser first, works the slick length into her, then flips her onto the bed and drives in deeper, harder, faster, until Lily’s cries fill the room. Jimmy watches from the corner, cock twitching uselessly. They drag him to the middle of the bed. Lily feeds her cock between his lips while Vixen lines up behind him. Vixen pushes inside, inch by inch, stretching him open; Lily fucks his throat in the same rhythm. When Vixen’s had her fill, they switch—Lily taking his ass, Vixen sliding into his mouth. Sweat, spit, and lube slick every surface. Finally they shove him to the floor. He lies flat, stomach down. Vixen plants one heel between his shoulder blades, Lily rests both feet on the small of his back. They light cigarettes and talk over him like furniture, ownership sealed.