Service Day: Candy

The house slaves get told to treat Candy Manson like royalty. They do. Doors open for her. Drinks appear in her hand. A blonde on her knees stays silent while Candy sits, spreading those long legs. The black-haired one crawls behind her, unbuckling, loosening straps. Candy leans back, tits out, nipples hard under the lights. They work quick. Mouths and fingers. The blonde goes low, tongue deep between Candy’s cheeks, licking slow circles around that tight hole. The dark-haired slave keeps her hands busy, squeezing those big tits, pinching hard enough to make Candy gasp. Leather cuffs slide on. Candy doesn’t resist. She wants it. They bend her over the table, face down, ass up. One slave works lube in, thick fingers first, then the plug. Candy grits her teeth, moans, pushes back against it. Every thrust, every stretch, she takes it like she owns it. They spank her red. They pull her hair. They make her beg for more.