Lena’s back hit the couch cushions before she had time to breathe. The masked man shoved her legs open, wide enough her inner thighs strained, her pussy still glistening from earlier.

“Hold her down,” he barked at Dora.

Dora, still panting, collapsed beside her but obeyed instantly. She grabbed Lena’s wrists and pinned them above her head, straddling her chest so her wet pussy hovered inches from Lena’s mouth.

“Don’t you dare let go,” he growled at Dora, and then he was between Lena’s legs again, his cock slick with Dora’s cum as he rubbed it against her raw folds.

Lena whimpered, her body already twitching.

“Please… I can’t...”

“You...