Lena collapsed against the couch, her body still shaking from the last orgasm, cum leaking from her pussy in thick streams. Dora was on her knees between Lena’s thighs, licking up every drop like she couldn’t get enough, her face messy, lips shiny.

The masked man didn’t sit. He stood over them, cock already swelling back to hardness, eyes fixed on their ruined bodies.

“Up,” he ordered.

Dora obeyed first, scrambling onto the couch beside Lena, her tits heaving, nipples hard. Lena tried to move but her legs trembled too much. The man gripped her hair and yanked her upright, dragging her forward until she was kneeling on the floor...