Dinner Party: Air Tight Guest

Tramp and Pistol get their loyalty tested hard. We pin zippers on both of them and make them pull away, one slow inch at a time, peeling their skin from the clips. The sound is sharp, the pain real, and they keep going anyway. Good slaves. We give them back the only thing they want—wave after wave of forced orgasm until their legs buckle and their voices crack. Dannika steps in. She wants to be filled tight, every hole taken at once. We give it to her. Pistol sinks into her cunt. Tramp claims her ass. Guests keep feeding her mouth, trading places whenever they feel like it. The room turns into a pile of sweat and noise, bodies stacked and grinding, no break, no mercy. Dannika stays stuffed and shaking through the whole thing, orgasm after orgasm ripped out of her until nobody can keep track anymore.