Liz Jordan's Secret Needs

Liz finally admits it: ten minutes of Amone won’t cut it. She spreads her legs, makes him crouch, and tells him to breathe her cunt one last time while it’s still clean. After tonight it’ll never be empty again. Don Sudan and Boswell Black step through the door, nod at the boyfriend, then turn straight to her. Fishnets come off in one rough pull. Her mouth opens first, wet and greedy, throat taking the first cock down to the balls. They spin her, fuck her, pass her back and forth while she stares straight at Amone, eyes shining because this is what she needed. When Boswell lifts her and presses against her asshole, Amone’s breath stops—she never gave him that hole. Now she takes it without hesitation, stretched and shaking, while Amone’s own cock is suddenly in his hand. They lay her across his lap, legs spread wide, and pound her ass in turns while he holds her open. Cum drips down her skin; he leans in and licks every drop, tasting how thoroughly she’s been used.