The Upper Floor Returns With a Squirting Slave Fuck Fest

The BDSM crowd returns swinging, and the star this time is Melissa Moore, a masochist whose body sprays like a broken hose. Two good girls lock horns: Kira Noir and Melissa, each fighting to prove she can choke down cock, swallow pain, and hand over every orgasm the House demands. Ropes bind their chests, clover clamps bite their nipples. They squat, thighs burning, while the questions fly. The one not talking must service a guest with a cock thick enough to stretch her jaw. Tension builds, bodies shake. Melissa takes the win and claims the shaft; Kira is left with only the tip grazing her lips. Davey returns, wrists lashed to the ceiling beams. Endza’s fist waits below. Every lash across her back forces her to sink lower onto those knuckles until her cunt swallows them whole. The ring in her clit is clipped to a chain leash; one tug and she folds, squirting around the wrist buried inside her. Melissa has never taken a fist. Tonight that changes. Aiden works four fingers, then the thumb, and Melissa’s eyes widen in disbelief as the whole hand disappears. She reaches back, fingers searching, then screams as the orgasm rips through her, drenching Aiden’s chest in hot, sudden spray. Across the floor another girl offers her hair to the shears; long strands fall while a flogger paints her ass scarlet. Rope suspends naked bodies in mid-air. Couples fuck in every corner. Dragoness kneels before Eric, throat working to take every inch, mascara streaking as she gags for the crowd. He finishes across her face, thick ropes marking her flushed skin. More parties wait, and the second half of this night is already circling.