The Southern Belle & The Depraved Anal Slave

Emily Austin stands there like a magnolia about to wilt. Mandy Muse’s thick ass sways like it’s already owned. The little blonde’s eyes go wide when hands slide across her bare skin, squeezing, testing. The Butler shoves his cock between her lips and tells her to talk. Every word comes out wet around him. The crowd leans in. They want to hear her beg before they let her come. Mandy doesn’t wait. She grabs the girl by the hair and forces her tongue lower, gets her gasping. Once the shyness cracks, Emily starts to shake. Her thighs spread, her mouth works faster, and the first orgasm tears out of her right in front of everyone. It’s loud. It’s filthy. It isn’t enough. Rope bites into both bodies next. Floggers land hard, leaving red streaks across pale skin and tanned curves. Pain keeps them wet. Only after the welts rise does the Butler let them feel cock. Mandy takes it first, deep in the ass, and Emily watches with hungry eyes until her own turn comes. Female guests toy with their clits, forcing more climaxes before the girls are allowed to ride. By the end they’re tangled on the couch, sweat-slick and shaking, Mandy’s ass still stretched around thick fingers while Emily pleads for another cock in any hole that’s left. The Butler and the guests keep them right on the edge until they’re nothing but raw nerves and broken pleas.