The LeWood Anal Hazing Crew #07, Scene #01

Francesca's glare could scorch steel when she walked in on them. Megan perched there like some punk-ass teen trying to steal her man, lipstick smeared across Mark's cock. The home wrecker's eyes went wide, but only for a second. She smiled, like the sight of Francesca's fury just turned her on worse. They both went at her then. Francesca's hand cracked across Megan's cheek hard enough to leave a mark. The teen whimpered, half-laugh, half-moan, and Francesca shoved fingers down her throat until spit ran down her chin. Mark stayed sitting while his wife fed his cock to her again, watching the slobbery mess drip onto Megan's bare tits. They bent Megan over the couch like a rag doll. Francesca worked the big black vibrator between the girl's legs until she bucked and whimpered, then yanked it out and pressed it against Megan's asshole instead. Every time she tried to breathe through it, Mark pushed deeper, the thick head stretching her open while Francesca whispered exactly how many dicks she'd seen ruin girls half this size. Megan begged around the gag of her own spit for more, that defiant little grin flashing every time Francesca yanked her hair and told her to prove it. She took them both. The vibrator buzzed relentless in her cunt while Mark's cock pumped in and out of her ass, Francesca never letting her forget for a second whose house she broke into. By the end the sofa was soaked, Megan's thighs shaking, marks blooming on her pale skin where Francesca's rings caught. And still the little slut kept asking for it harder, mouth open, eyes begging.