Lounge Slaves

The Upper Floor slaves kneel at the lounge entrance. Bella Rossi and Kristine Kahill, breasts bared and wrists cuffed behind them, wait to be used. A guest snaps his fingers and Kristine crawls forward first. She opens her mouth wide, takes his cock deep, and holds it while saliva spills down her chin. Bella watches, eyes dark with need, until another man pulls her up by the hair and bends her over the arm of the leather couch. He spreads her ass, works two slick fingers into her hole, then replaces them with his cock. Bella gasps and pushes back, taking every inch while her big tits sway beneath her. Kristine is flipped onto her back across the coffee table, legs pulled open and strapped down. The first guest swaps to her ass without asking, driving in hard until her moans echo off the walls. Bella is next. They chain her wrists to the floor, tilt her hips high, and fuck her ass in short, brutal strokes that make her shudder and beg for more. Sweat runs down both women’s bodies. Their cuffs clink against furniture and floor. One guest comes across Bella’s tits; another finishes down Kristine’s throat. The lounge smells like leather, lube, and spent lust. The slaves stay bound and dripping until the last guest is finished.