Come Shot Orgy on the Upper Floor

Aiden Starr snaps the crop across Laela’s ass and the blonde jerks forward. Marco Bandaras sits back, already half-hard, waiting to see which slave can drain him fastest. Penny drops to her knees first, takes him in deep, gags loud, then crawls over to the bench so Laela can be strapped down beside her. Ropes bite into their wrists. Lube glistens. Aiden lines them up, tells them the rules again: whoever milks the most loads out of him before he taps wins. First round hits hard—Penny on her back, legs spread, taking every inch in her ass while Laela is made to watch, clenching around nothing. When Marco pulls out, thick ropes paint Penny’s stomach. Laela’s turn. She gets flipped, ass up, face down. He slams in, grips her hips, pounds until the second load streaks across her lower back. Aiden keeps score with sharp smacks. The third shot lands across both girls’ faces after they’re shoved cheek-to-cheek, tongues out. By the fourth they’re shaking, holes sore, voices hoarse from begging for more. The fifth load splashes between their spread cheeks while Aiden holds them open. Penny and Laela look wrecked, come dripping, still pushing back for another. Marco just smiles, cock already twitching again, and the contest keeps going.