The Ways Of the House

Amanda Tate’s hands clamp AJ Applegate’s pink nipples, twisting hard. AJ jerks, cries out, and suddenly she’s dripping down her own thighs. That’s all the proof they need. Amanda shoves the girl forward onto her knees, presents the thick cock that’s waiting, and AJ swallows it without a flinch, lips stretched wide around the shaft. Spit runs down her chin, but she keeps taking it deeper, throat working, eyes glassy with need. Amanda doesn’t give her time to settle. She drags AJ up, spins her, and plants her palms on the cold floor so that pale, heavy ass is spread and offered. One push and the swollen head sinks past the tight ring. AJ grunts, then moans like she’s been waiting for exactly this invasion. Inch after inch disappears until she’s full, stretched, shaking, yet pushing back for more. Amanda rides the rhythm, smacking one cheek red while the other hand stays busy on the girl’s sore nipples. Each pinch sends another rush through AJ; her legs tremble, but she stays open, taking every thrust the way the house demands. Cum leaks down her crack by the time they’re done, and Amanda leaves her there—on display, ass twitching, still hungry.