Human Furniture

Lorelei Lee grins when fresh meat hits the Armory steps. Dutch Bardoux—thick, stacked, silent—walks in and the girls trade looks. They don’t ask. They bind him where he stands, lock his arms, spread his legs, and turn the brute into furniture. A footstool. A table. A mouth to be used. Lorelei drops her weight on his chest, heels digging, while Madeline swings a flogger across his bare back. Ball-stomps, hard slaps, hot wax drips; Dutch grunts through every hit, still holding back. The strap-on ends the standoff—Madeline works it in slow, then deeper, turning his clenched silence into open begging. Once he cracks, Lorelei seals his face inside the smother box, sheer hose stretched tight over his nose and mouth. He breathes her in, tongue working, desperate to please. She rides his cock like it’s just another tool, hips snapping until she cums hard, then plants her cunt over his face one last time. Permission granted, he shoots—thick spurts landing across his own lips and cheek while Lorelei watches, satisfied.