The Fuck Toy and The Anal Sex Doll

Sara Luvv shows up at the house like the perfect little housewife who knows she needs more than housework. She signs the papers, gets shoved onto her knees, wrists locked to the bed frame. Christie Stevens is already waiting, poured into black latex, tits like ripe fruit straining against the shine, mouth ready, eyes dead and obedient. Sara stops being Sara fast. She talks like a thing now, third person only. Clamps bite down on her cunt lips and stay there. Her face gets used like a hole that exists for other people’s pleasure. Fists and belts land across her back and thighs. She comes anyway, hard and ugly, body jerking against the cuffs. Christie shows her how it’s done. She crawls, begs out loud, spreads her own ass and takes the cock straight in. The strokes are brutal, fast, making her come so loud the sound bounces off the walls. When they flip positions, Christie plants her soaked cunt on Sara’s face and grinds until Sara can’t breathe right. By the time the day’s over both of them are on their knees, voices synced, asking for the same load. Two trained toys, nothing left of the housewife who walked in.