Anal Bang Reward for the Brunch Chef

Three years the chef’s been taking orders. Now they tie Nerine Mechanique face-down on the long table like Sunday’s main course, wrists and ankles bound behind her so every curve’s on display. Crops crack across her thighs, someone slides a thick dildo on a stick between her cheeks and leaves it there while vibrators buzz just shy of her clit. She strains, she begs, they laugh and pull the toys away. When they finally drag her off the table she’s dripping, desperate, and the lounge is waiting. Across the room Alani Pi hangs in full suspension, ropes biting her skin, a vibrator strapped tight until her eyes glaze and her mouth hangs slack. Her sister Beretta James crawls the floor hunting for cock or cunt, anything to taste. The sight lights the guests up. Soon bodies press together, straps slap flesh, mouths stretch wide, and the air fills with wet sounds and raw cries. Back on the couch Nerine’s ass is spread and taken, over and over, until sweat rolls down her spine and come streaks her skin. She’s wrecked, shaking, exactly the way they promised her reward would feel.