Poke 'Er Night

Poker nights end when the husband finally heads upstairs. The moment his door shuts, Charlie, Hayley and Vanna shove the chips aside and play for skin. Loser strips, winner picks everything that happens next. Tonight Vanna catches the winning cards again. She shoves the coffee table clear, sits down, spreads her thighs, and tells the other two to crawl. They lick her slow and wet, tongues brushing, until she decides she wants more. The three pile onto the couch—Hayley on her back, legs open wide, strap-on already cinched tight. Charlie straddles her, sinks down, hips rolling while Vanna slips two fingers, then four, then knuckles deep into Charlie’s stretched cunt. Charlie grunts, shoves back, and Vanna keeps pushing until her whole fist disappears inside. Charlie’s breath tears out of her while Hayley rocks up, the silicone cock driving in sync with the fist. Vanna pulls her hand free, slick to the wrist, wipes it across Charlie’s ass, then lines up behind her, grip firm on Charlie’s hips. She works the second strap-on in beside the first, a brutal, slow press that splits Charlie open. Once both cocks are seated, the rhythm turns vicious—two sets of hips snapping, Charlie caught between them, pussy leaking down her thighs. Sweat hits the leather cushions. Voices rough and filthy. The game keeps going until the first light creeps through the blinds.