Madeline Says Everyone Gets Anal

Johnny Hill stood in the kitchen half-starved, raiding cabinets for anything edible. Draven Navarro leaned against the counter, silent. Out of nowhere Madeline Marlowe stepped in, eyes sharp. "Lets all just have anal sex instead!" Heat flared. Johnny shoved his pants down. Draven's mouth found Johnny's throat. Madeline dropped to her knees, tongue working between them. She spat and pushed two slick fingers into Draven first, spreading him open while Johnny watched, throbbing. Then she turned, bent Draven over the butcher block and lined Johnny's cock against Draven's tight ring. Johnny pushed inside in one steady thrust. Draven groaned loud, forehead pressed to cool wood. Madeline spat again, worked her own fingers into Johnny from behind, timing every pump so the force drove Johnny deeper. The three bodies locked into a rough rhythm: skin slapping, breath ragged, the smell of sweat and spit thick in the air. Madeline slid onto the table next, knees wide, and Johnny swapped, sliding his cock straight into her ass while Draven fed his own length past her lips. Johnny gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, pounding without mercy until she clenched and shook. Draven switched places, buried himself in Johnny while Johnny kept driving into Madeline's stretched hole. Sweat ran, muscles shook, every stroke wet and filthy, until they all came hard—Johnny deep in Madeline, Draven pulsing inside Johnny, Madeline's fingers clawing the wood as she gushed down her own thighs.