Mommy's Girl: Anal Slut Didn't Save Enough Pussy For Step-Mommy

Ella paces, heels ticking the floor. Derrick keeps saying it’ll be fine. She knows better. The door opens and Cherie steps in early, eyes sharp, mouth already curling. She looks at the ring, the flowers, the mess they’ve made of the couch, and her voice cuts straight through both of them. Derrick leaves. The second the latch clicks, Cherie grabs Ella by the hair and yanks her across her lap. The spanking comes fast, loud, meant to bruise. Ella kicks once, then settles, ass already glowing. Cherie straps her wrists, shoves the ball between her teeth, and the leather creaks when she pulls the buckles tight. She spits on the thick dildo, lines it up, and pushes. Ella’s moan leaks around the gag as her ass takes every inch. Cherie works it deep, then brings the paddle down until the skin turns dark. Every slap drives the toy farther in. Drool runs down Ella’s chin and hits the floor. When Derrick walks back in he stops cold. Cherie is still buried to the base. He yanks the strap-on out, shoves Cherie to her knees, and tells Ella to watch. The flogger lands across Cherie’s tits; the zapper follows. She flinches, opens her mouth anyway, takes him to the back of her throat while Ella stares. Soon the fight leaves Cherie’s shoulders. She leans into it, tongue working, eyes glassy. Derrick pulls her up by the hair, bends her over Ella’s spread legs, and sinks into her cunt. Cherie begs to come. He makes her say it first—he’s in charge—before he allows it. Later he ties her spread-eagle. The ball gag goes back in. He works his cock into her ass, then pulls out and drives into her cunt, switching holes while Ella rips the clamps from Cherie’s nipples. Cherie shakes through a hard, ugly orgasm, still cursing behind the rubber. Untied, she turns on Ella. She shows her how to offer her ass, how to keep her throat open, how to take a load without spilling. Ella listens, then returns the lesson—four fingers slick in Cherie’s cunt while Derrick fucks her ass from behind, both women breathing the same ragged rhythm.