Stefanos hosts Sunday Brunch

Stefanos owns the room. He sets Cherry Torn and Sarah Shevon on their knees, wrists cinched behind their backs, while Sunday brunch unfolds upstairs. The girls keep their eyes low, mouths ready. A guest parts Cherry’s cheeks and works two slick fingers into her ass; she pushes back, taking it deeper, breath hitching. Sarah watches, thighs trembling, until Stefanos shoves her face-first over the table. He tugs the plug from her hole, replaces it with his cock, and fucks her open while she moans into the linen. Cherry gets the next turn—spit-slick and stretched, bent double, her bound wrists straining against leather cuffs. Every thrust slaps skin; every slap draws a gasp. The table rocks. Silverware clinks. Anal heat, rope tension, and raw need fill the air while the crowd eats and watches.