The First Cocktail Party

The party hits full swing in the new Upper Floor lounge and Rossy’s on trial. Two fellow petitioners sweat beside her, eyes darting while guests circle with drinks and hard stares. Rossy’s hips twitch when a collar snaps tight around her throat; her big tits lift with every shallow breath. A tall stud wastes no time—his thick cock already out—guiding her onto her knees before the room. He grips the leash, driving her down until her lips stretch wide around him. Around them, leather creaks and moans start to rise as crops whisper against skin. Rossy stays locked on that shaft, drool glistening, while hands part her ass and work lube over her hole. The first finger sinks deep, then another, spreading her open under every eye. She pushes back, thighs shaking, taking the stretch like she was born for it. When his fat head presses against her slick rim she doesn’t flinch—just braces and lets the room watch her ass swallow every inch, one slow, relentless thrust after another. The longer he fucks her, the louder the lounge gets; the other two still stand waiting, untouched, knowing only Rossy earned the collar tonight.