Fresh Meat: Beretta James

Iona drags her coworker Beretta upstairs like it’s just another lunch break, except lunch isn’t waiting at the top. Beretta walks in clueless, black hair swinging, and five minutes later she’s naked, giggling like the whole thing’s a joke. Her body doesn’t get to keep that joke for long. The Pope and the Steward watch Iona’s hands, teaching her how to turn skin red in one strike. Beretta stays put, breathing hard, tits heaving while her ass catches the heat. Every slap lands louder than the last until the giggles turn to raw little yelps. When the lesson moves from her cheeks to her holes, Iona takes the first go. The Steward waits his turn like a patient predator, then drives in the moment Iona pulls out. Beretta’s body rocks between them, fat tits swinging, mouth open and begging for cock one second, choking on it the next. They keep her full, switching holes whenever they please, until the screaming starts—wet, shameless, unstoppable. Beretta comes hard, shaking, cunt and ass both spasming around whatever dick is buried in her at that second. Iona’s first lesson ends with fresh meat drooling on the floor and two handlers already thinking about round two.