3 Cocks For Frenchy & A Strap-On for Her Cuck

Frenchy keeps her man on a leash and calls it love. Sam knows his place—her slut, never her equal—and tonight she proves it. Before her guests even ring the bell she corners him, straps on ten thick inches, bends him over the counter, and fucks him hard enough to rattle the glassware. Every stroke says you belong to me. The doorbell cuts it short; she yanks the harness free, slaps the dripping dildo into his palm, and orders him to scrub it clean for round two. She opens the door in nothing but a micro-skirt and an open blouse that barely contains her heavy tits. Goldey, Don Prince, and Justice Nice clock the setup in one glance and their eyes darken. Frenchy leans into the kitchen pass-through, pretending she’s stuck, ass out, panties crooked. Three pairs of hands are on her instantly—kneading, spreading, fingers pushing inside while she chats with Sam on the other side like nothing’s happening. Her voice stays sweet; her cunt stays wet. When she straightens, the guys already have their cocks out. Frenchy drops to her knees, throat open, and starts swallowing whoever’s closest. She takes them one after another, gagging, drooling, never coming up for air until each man is shiny with spit. She climbs onto the table, skirt flipped up, and lets them fuck her in every hole—ass stretched wide, pussy stuffed, mouth never empty. Her big tits bounce with every thrust. Cum paints her lips, her tits, her stretched holes, and she keeps begging for more until the three of them are spent. Sam stands in the doorway, cock leaking, harness dangling from his fingers. Frenchy smiles, straps back in, and bends him over again while the guys laugh and jeer. He rides her plastic dick like the obedient sub he is, moaning until he shoots across the floor. Monday at the office is going to be hell.