The Apple of My Eye

Tori Luxe stands pinned between two bodies that know what they want. Kimberly Kane’s voice cuts first—sharp, mocking, telling the girl exactly how worthless she looks with her knees already shaking. Marco Banderas grips the back of Tori’s neck and bends her forward until her face is buried in the sheets. Kimberly slides two wet fingers straight into Tori’s ass, working them deep without asking. The stretch comes fast; each knuckle pushes a fresh gasp out of the girl. Marco’s cock replaces the fingers a moment later, driving all the way in until Tori’s hole is forced wide around him. Kimberly watches the ring grip and gape, then shoves her own fist beside the shaft, knuckles sliding past the loosened muscle. Tori’s breath tears ragged. Every time Marco pulls back, Kimberly’s fist sinks deeper, holding the opening open, showing how far it will stretch. The words keep coming—Kimberly laughing at the slick sounds, telling Tori she’s nothing but a hole for them to ruin. Marco slams in harder; Kimberly twists her wrist, working the fist in time with the thrusts. Tori’s body jerks, caught between the two, taking everything they give until her rim is puffy, shiny, and open, no fight left in it.