Glenn King's Maneaters #02, Scene #04

Jenna Ivory stands in leather that barely contains her bleach-blonde glow, ass pale and thick, every step sending a ripple through it. POV. Her voice slices the air—'Eat my asshole, bitch'—sharp and cold, like she wants to watch you break. Jack Vegas crawls in naked, collar tight, leash dragging behind. She kicks his chin up, points to her cunt, makes him tongue deep, then lower, breathing her in like he’ll die without it. The crop cracks across his shoulder. Toe next—sucked clean, spit dripping—then she drops, smothers his face, lets spit fall straight into his open mouth while he jerks. She swallows his cock in one mean pull, then spins, backs onto him so her weight swallows the length, leash snapped tight in her fist. She slams back, rides hard, cheeks clapping, every bounce a demand. 'Come on,' she snarls, 'do it.' He sprays hot across her tits, gasping, ruined, while she watches like she already knew exactly how this would end.