Stefanos' Brunch: January 2011

Stefanos' Brunch. January 2011. Leather straps bite deep into her shoulders while ropes pin her wrists to the table's edge. She kneels in the middle of the spread, tits spilling over the edge, heavy and marked where teeth already found them. Two men grip her hips hard. One cock slides into her ass, slow and cruel, opening her while the other man waits his turn, fingers slick with lube. Her mouth hangs open, eyes glassy, breath hitching every time the shaft sinks deeper. A third hand fists her hair, forcing her to look at the faces watching her get used. Toast and coffee sit cooling on the plates beside her. The ropes creak. Her asshole stretches, taking the full length now, the table legs scraping the floor with each thrust. Somewhere glass clinks. Someone laughs low. The second man steps closer, cock already hard, pressing the head against her slick, stretched rim when the first man pulls back. She doesn't flinch. She pushes back. The ropes hold. The men don't.