A Day of Cock Service on the Upper Floor

The table is set and the day starts with a slap. Delilah stands fresh-shaved and bare, Double-D tits and pert A-cups lined up like the evening’s menu. She’s new to the Castle, and every nerve screams it. The Consort watches, then shoves her forward until her knees meet cold stone. The dick is already thick and waiting. She learns table service the hard way—hands behind her back, lips stretched, spit running down her chin as she takes it to the root. The Consort kneels beside her, shows her how to use throat, tongue, and a steady rhythm until drool strings from her mouth to the floor. Later she’s bent over the oak, wrists bound. Reverse-cowgirl comes next. The Consort straddles first, sinks down, grinds until her ass claps loud. Delilah watches, wide-eyed, then climbs on. The stretch is brutal. Every bounce drives the cock deeper into her untouched hole until she shakes and the Consort laughs low, telling her to ride harder. Both girls get taken to the edge, used raw, and left dripping while the house clock keeps ticking.