The masked man’s cock was thick, veins standing out as he stroked himself once, twice, standing over their trembling bodies. His presence filled the small room, heavier than the noise that went through the walls.

“On your back,” he ordered.

Lena obeyed instantly, sprawling across the couch, her legs still spread wide from Dora’s fingering. Her pussy was dripping, swollen, slick shining down her thighs.

The man pointed at Dora.

“Get between her legs. Lick her clean”

Dora didn’t hesitate she dropped down, sliding onto her knees on the carpet. Her hands spread Lena’s thighs wider, and then her tongue dragged slow from the base of her pussy all the...