They Pass Me Around Like a Toy and Make Me Squirt on the Living Room Floor

Dad’s thick cock is already halfway inside me when the shame hits like a slap.

I’m on all fours in the middle of the living room rug, collared and leashed, my heavy tits dragging against the coarse fibers. Elena and Lila are holding my shoulders down, keeping my ass high. Marcus is kneeling beside me, stroking his long curved cock while he watches his father stretch my pussy open.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Dad groans, his voice rough and low. He grips my hips harder and pushes deeper. The burn is intense, his girth splitting...