Chapter 22
Poppy
On the screen, the woman was on her hands and knees, just like me. Three men surrounded her, one fuc.king her mouth, one pounding into her pus.sy from behind, one stroking his co.ck and waiting his turn.
Her t**s swung beneath her with each brutal thrust, slapping together. Spit dripped from her mouth around the co.ck fucki.ng her face. Her eyes were rolled back, mascara running, completely lost in the pleasure.
The man fu.cking her p*****. had his hands gripping her hips so hard I could see bruises in the shape of his finger forming on her pale skin. He reared his hips back and slammed into her over and over, the wet slap, slap, slap of his balls against her c**t ringing loudly over her moans.
It was the hottest scene I had ever seen.
"Look at her," Daddy said from
