Lesson Learned

Lesson Learned: The message cuts quick and deep. Cross the line and you pay the price in front of every witness you’ve embarrassed. Krissy’s boyfriend warned her, then dragged her upstairs to fetch the bag. She walks back down holding the straps and clamps, the lube, the thick black plug. The poker table clears for her naked body. Hands pin her wrists to felt while the first lube-slick finger drives into her ass. A second finger follows, stretching her open under the bright bulb. She’s half-wet from the shame and half-dripping because she always is. The crowd watches her twitch, hips lifting, cheeks spread wide for the camera lens. The plug goes in next, then a gloved hand works it deeper until the bulb pops past the tight ring. She’s already panting when the first bare cock slides underneath and rams her pussy. The second player takes the open rear, and Krissy jerks between them, full on both ends, double-stuffed and groaning. They trade places, swap holes, keep her split and dripping. Every thrust slams her into the next man waiting for his turn. Her ex stands at the head of the table, arms folded, letting them use her mouth, her ass, every wet opening until the table is slick and she’s hoarse from taking it all. When the last load splashes across her spread cheeks, she knows the rule. No more scenes. No more mercy. Next time she keeps her mouth shut—or the friends get round two.