Beauty School Dropout

Will walked in looking like he’d never touched makeup in his life. Thirty minutes later he had tits taped on, lipstick smeared across his mouth, and a blond wig that caught the light every time he turned his head. We weren’t here to break him, just to play with him until he begged to stay in the role. We circled, slapped his ass, called it a tight little peach, told him how pretty he looked bent over. He stayed hard the whole time, that thick cock swinging between his legs like the punchline we all wanted. Three of us lined up, straps already glistening. He dropped to his knees without being told and opened wide, taking each cock deep until spit ran down his chin. We switched holes fast, one of us behind him, one in his mouth, one holding his face so he couldn’t look away. He kept moaning like a girl who liked it rough, and we kept feeding him every inch. When we finally let him use that cock, he fucked like he’d been waiting years for permission. We took turns riding it, muscles flexing, tits bouncing, nails digging into his shoulders while we told him he was the prettiest boy in the room. He came deep inside me, hips jerking, and the second he pulled out I leaned over and let the mess drip straight into my open mouth. We shared it slow, tongues sliding, the taste still hot. Just another afternoon with the girls.