Chapter 22

Poppy

On the screen, the woman was on her hands and knees, just like me. Three men surrounded her, one fuc.king her mouth, one pounding into her pus.sy from behind, one stroking his co.ck and waiting his turn.

Her tits swung beneath her with each brutal thrust, slapping together. Spit dripped from her mouth around the co.ck fucki.ng her face. Her eyes were rolled back, mascara running, completely lost in the pleasure.

The man fu.cking her p.ussy had his hands gripping her hips so hard I could see bruises in the shape of his finger forming on her pale skin. He reared his hips back and slammed into...