Evil Anal #06, Scene #02

Renae Cruz couldn't have been more than twenty-two. Long, dark hair. Tight little body. And every day she scrubbed floors for Ricki White, a mean, voluptuous bitch who paraded around in sheer stockings and heels like she owned the air everyone breathed. Ricki liked to smoke—thin, expensive cigarettes—and she liked to bark. "On your knees, you little cunt. Now." Renae obeyed. Then Ricki made her light up, same brand, same smoke, like some filthy rite of passage. Baby oil came next. Ricki shoved the bottle into the girl’s hand. "Rub them," she ordered, pressing her massive, oil-slicked tits together. Renae’s fingers trembled, but she did it, sliding her palms across warm flesh while Ricki sighed through another drag. When the cigarette was down to the filter, Ricki yanked Renae’s face between her thighs. "Taste it." Renae licked, tongue working fast, tasting sweat and perfume and the sharp tang of a woman who knew she was in charge. Later, in the kitchen, Manuel cornered her. No words. Just his cock—thick, heavy—pushed between her lips. She gagged, spit ran down her chin, and she kept sucking because stopping wasn’t an option. That’s when Ricki walked in. She didn’t scream. She laughed, low and cruel. Manuel didn’t ask permission; he bent them both over the marble counter. First Ricki, spreading her ass wide, sinking in deep until she cursed and shoved back. Then Renae, her smaller frame shaking while he worked past the resistance and buried himself to the hilt. He pulled out, fed his cock from one girl’s ass straight into the other’s mouth, over and over—ass to tongue, tongue to ass. When he finally came, it was on Ricki’s face, thick ropes splattering her lips and cheeks. She didn’t wipe it away. Instead she peeled off one black glove, scooped the mess with two fingers, and pushed it between Renae’s parted lips. "Swallow, sweetheart," she whispered, voice like smoke. "Every drop."