Night Club

Bella Rossi sits alone at the bar, waiting on a boyfriend who’s running late. Two women watch her from the shadows—Maitresse Madeline and Lorelei Lee—then slide in with cocky grins and an invitation to dance. Bella stumbles through an awkward refusal that lands like a slap. They don’t accept it. They grab her arms, drag her onto the floor, and the game begins. One hand pins her wrists; the other slides under her dress and works two fingers into her ass right there in the press of bodies. A ball gag appears, shoved between her teeth, silencing her half-formed protest. They keep her upright, dancing with her, humiliating her, using the crowd as cover while they finger-fuck her deeper. Her tits bounce free of the low neckline, heavy and natural, nipples pinched until she moans around the gag. They hustle her into a dark corner booth. Madeline yanks Bella’s hips back; Lorelei spits on her own strap-on and sinks it straight into Bella’s ass. The second cock follows—double-teamed, stretched, the two shafts grinding together inside her. Each thrust knocks the air from her lungs. When the girls want her mouth, they strap a thick dildo across her face and ride it until they come, then flip her again so Lorelei can sit on her tongue while Madeline reams her from behind. Hot wax drips across Bella’s ass and down her crack; the sudden burn makes her clench around the cocks still buried inside her. Spanks land in steady rhythm, followed by sharp slaps across her face whenever she forgets to say thank you. They bind her wrists above her head with a belt, legs spread, and take turns licking her open cunt and tonguing her raw, stretched hole. Every orgasm they tear from her leaves her shaking harder. By the time they’re finished, Bella is a mess of sweat, come, and candle wax, her ass sore, her pride shattered, and her body still twitching for more.