She Wanted To Be Punished

Cherry Kiss locks eyes with Vince Karter, fresh off the fight, and turns her back on him to slide down Seth Gamble’s zipper instead. Her bush brushes his thigh as she drops to her knees. She takes him deep, lets the head slam the back of her throat, then pulls off with a wet gasp, strands of spit hanging. Vince watches. Heat crawls up his neck. When she bends over the arm of the couch and parts her own cheeks, offering the tight ring still tight with tension, Vince steps in first. He spits once, lines up, and drives in hard. Cherry hisses through clenched teeth but pushes back, taking every inch until his hips slap her ass. Seth moves to her mouth again, sliding past her tongue while Vince works her open. She gags on one cock and clenches around the other, eyes watering, mascara streaking. Vince grips her hips, pulls nearly free, then slams back in, stretching her deeper each stroke. Seth holds her hair and fucks her throat in the same rhythm. The room smells like sweat and sex. Cherry keeps her mouth open, keeps her ass up, every thrust a silent dare: punish me harder. They answer with more, harder, until her legs shake and drool runs down her chin.