3 Legged Domination

The cuffs snap shut on his wrists and that's all it takes. Mandy Lucid has two legs, a third between her thighs, and he’s already fucked. She moves like she’s done this before, blonde hair swinging as she circles him. One open palm cracks across his face. Then another. He flinches but stays on his knees like the pathetic virgin he is. Her hand drops low, finds his circumcised cock, and rips a punch straight into it. He wheezes. She laughs. Smart mouth on her. Every word cuts. She calls him a loser with a hard-on he can’t hide, tells him he’ll never fuck anything but his own clenched fist. Then she climbs on, straddling his trapped cock, grinding on it without mercy. Every thrust of her hips slams him back against the floor. He leaks, throbs, tries to fuck up into her warmth. She stops the second he does. Smiles. Starts again. Ruins him without ever letting him inside. Brunette beside her watches, arms folded, biting back a grin. The cuffs rattle every time he bucks. They slap his cock red, deny him every time he gets close, keep him aching while they trade jokes about how easy he folds. By the end he’s drooling, begging, still locked and leaking. Mandy leans in close, blonde hair brushing his cheek, and whispers that he just lost to three legs and two smarter girls who never even took their clothes off.