Three The Hard Way

Three knockouts walk in like they own the room. Jay Wimp looks up, already hard and already scared. They waste no time stripping him of pride, clothes, and any say-so he thought he had. One heel pins his tongue to the floor while the others take turns slapping his face with bare soles, making him kiss, lick, and thank them. Soon he’s bent over, wrists cinched behind his back, ass cheeks spread for the first thick strap-on to slide in. The second woman takes his mouth. The third cracks a whip across his shoulders every time his rhythm falters. They trade places, fuck deeper, laugh harder, demand louder. Every thrust knocks another layer of dignity out of him until he’s nothing but a drooling, grateful hole for three beautiful, merciless women to use until they’re satisfied.