SAPPHIRE ASTREA With Helena And Erik

The estate sprawls like money that stopped counting. Helena Valle stands there in her brunette secretarial clothes, stiff and waiting. Sapphire Astrea, black hair catching the light, keeps her eyes on Erik Everhard while the three of them pretend to talk about nightclub layouts. Erik’s hand finds Helena first—slow, deliberate—pushing fabric down until she’s naked in the half-light. She sinks to her knees, takes his cock all the way, throat working like the job is the only thing left on her résumé. When he pulls her off, Helena buries her face between Sapphire’s legs, tongue quick and greedy, until Erik tells her to leave the room. Door clicks. He turns to Sapphire, mouth on her tits, sucking hard enough that the skin flushes. She answers by swallowing him down, then squeezing his length between those breasts, stroking until he’s slick with spit. He drops, spreads her open, licks until her thighs twitch. Then he bends her over and fucks her—raw, fast—driving into that wet heat while her nails scrape the desk. Sapphire climbs on top, lines his cock with her asshole and sinks. She curses in Spanish, loud, hips slamming down as Erik splits her wider with every thrust. She pulls off only to suck him straight from that fucked hole, tasting herself before he bends her again. Her rim stretches, glistens, gapes under the lamplight. He swaps holes, pounds cunt then ass, switching without pause, until his balls tighten and he pulls out, pumping thick ropes onto her tongue. Sapphire swallows every drop, licking him clean until the last taste is gone.