The Loan Sharks

Skin Diamond tried to run. They caught her before she made it out the door. Mark Davis and Mr. Pete pinned her against the wall, ripped her clothes off like they owned every inch of skin underneath. She fought at first, then stopped pretending. The truth showed between her legs. They bent her over the table and worked her open. Fingers pushed in first, testing how tight she was, how much she could take. When they found the spot that made her moan, they stayed there. One of them slipped a hook between her cheeks and tied it off to her hair, forcing her back into an arch every time she tried to pull away. The ball gag came next. They wanted the sounds but not the words. Skin drooled down her chin while they took turns behind her, stretching her ass with thick cock and rough hands. Every thrust drove the hook deeper. Every slap made her clench around it. They didn’t ask. They just switched places, kept her full, kept her used. Double penetration hit her hard and fast—cock in her ass, fingers working her open, bodies pressing her flat against the wood. She came shaking, eyes wet, throat raw around the gag. They weren’t finished. They made her earn every dollar she owed, one rough thrust at a time.