Twisted Fuck

India’s the centerpiece, the pretty black-haired thing strung up under the lights so every eye at Mickey’s party can feast on her. Leather straps bite into her wrists and ankles. She can’t close her legs, can’t cover her mouth. Mickey starts her off with his big black cock, works it slow and nasty up her ass until her whole body jerks and she’s begging without words. Then the others close in—hands, mouths, whatever’s hard—stuffing her pussy, her throat, keeping her stretched and dripping while the room watches. Every thrust rocks her like meat on a hook, and the whole party sees it: she’s not a guest anymore, just a body made to take dick until the night runs out.