Knock You Down A Peg, Scene #04

Mona Wales and Daisy Ducati tower over their tattooed cash cow Ruckus in thigh-high latex that gleams under the lights. Thick cocks jut from their leather harnesses like weapons. They spit in his gaping mouth, then shove him down to polish their boots until he tastes polish and leather. They jam silicone down his throat until spit ropes stretch from his lips to the slick shafts. Ruckus moans, but his dick stays locked in steel. They tear into his ass in turns—one Mistress pounding his hole while the other rams down his gullet, the dicks swapping places with wet, slapping sounds. A dark bush smothers his face; his own cum splatters across the mirror in thick ropes. Mona and Daisy laugh, roll a crisp hundred-dollar bill, and force him to snort his own spunk like a filthy line of coke.