“Hey! John, you fucking asshole—you didn’t think I’d have their keys, huh?” Camil stood 3 meters across him. John was still tied up, buck-naked, a spttered mess, his dick shriveled from the scare. Camil’s roar loud enough to shake the walls.

  Vivian didn’t flinch at all—cool as fuck still, “Johnny, Mommy gave her the keys—worried she’s not safe when you were not with her, told her she can crash here anytime. She’s kinda your wife now, after all.”

  Yep, she didn’t give a shit—calling herself his “Mommy” right in Camil’s face, zero fucks given if it stomped on their private game.

  “Oi, Vivian, you fucking slut. I’m fucking standing right here! Who said you could pull this Mommy shit with John?” Camil’s fuse blew, as Vivian’s chill smugness pissed her off hard. Mar and John kept their heads down, silent—this is so awkward, Mar thought, what’s Viv even pying at? John just stared at the floor, fuck, this is a fucking disaster.

  Camil’s head spun—what do I even do now? She wanted to storm out, let John crawl back begging, groveling for forgiveness. She’d cave eventually of course—but not today. Big snag, though: he was still roped up, and Vivian’s grin screamed she wasn’t letting him loose anytime soon. She’s gonna fuck him good riding that cock, and John’s too much of a pig to turn it down, Camil fumed, screaming “Mommy” left and right—I know what a horny dog he is.

  So no choice—she had to drag him out now, deal with the fallout ter. Decision made, she charged at John—shoving Vivian hard on the way, move, bitch—but the tank didn’t budge. She hit the ropes, tugging fast. Vivian smirked, “His Mommy didn’t say he could go. Who the fuck are you to untie him?” But Mar jumped in, “Viv, shut up—quit stirring shit!”

  Camil snapped, “Who the fuck are you to call yourself his Mommy? I’m his Mommy!” John’s ears perked—wait, this is weird, not how I thought this was going—but he kept his mouth shut. Vivian fired back, “Nah, you’re just his wife—I’m his Mommy today.” Camil bit hard, “I’m his fucking wife and his Mommy, asshole!”

  Mar shook her head, what a dumb conversation, why don't you bitches just fuck each other instead. John caught the back-and-forth—something odd stirred in his crotch, and yep, he’s hard again.

  “Uh, look,” he cut in, “you can all be my Mommies, not just today. I love this shit.” He regretted saying this immediately, as Camil’s gre sharpened, looking like she's gonna gut him alive, so he added quickly, “Uh, but only Camil’s my wife, and that's what really counts.”

  “Shut up! You fucking simp!” Vivian and Mar barked at John in sync, voices cutting like knives. Vivian dropped the Mommy game, “John, me and Mar just worked you over—up, down, front, back—till you were panting like a damn dog. You get your rocks off, and this is your ‘thanks’?” She id into him, relentless, fucking ungrateful prick. Camil stood off to the side, smirking—damn right, I’m the prize—John’s dumbass line ringing the same in all three heads: Camil’s worth you two combined.

  Mar’s brain fshed back—John dodging them earlier, yapping about Camil all the time, till she had to taser his ass here. They’d “hosted and serviced” him good—real good—and he still pulls this shit? Her win-or-die streak fred hot again.

  Vivian kept railing—bh bh, you dick—when Mar’s voice sliced through, cool as ice, “Enough, Viv. Camil is John’s wife. He's not lying.” John perked up—fuck yes, Mar’s always the reasonable one—nodding fast, “Yeah, yeah, Mar’s got it right!”

  “So, Vivian,” Mar purred, “fuck his wife—show him what he gets running his mouth here.”

  “Yeah, Viv, listen to your wife, do what she—” John’s yap stopped halfway, brain catching up.

  “Wait, what?” John, Vivian, and Camil froze—jaws dropped, eyes bugging.

  “Hey, hey, hold up—what the fuck? I don’t fucking share!”

  But Vivian’s grin crept up slow, slipping back into Mommy mode, “Yeah, Mommy’s wife’s right. Mommy’s gonna fuck your wife, Johnny—she’s hot!” Camil’s brain gged, what the hell are these lesbians pulling? She pointed at them, brow scrunched, shooting John a WTF gre.

  John opened his mouth to protest again, but Vivian cut him off, “Johnny, we know you don’t share, you basically yapping that crap all the time.” She leaned in, breath hot on his ear, whispering, “After I bang your wife, you fuck me and my wife—so this don’t count as ‘sharing’ anymore.” She nudged him with an elbow, twice.

  His brain blue-screened, partially because—fuck, that’s hot as hell—but more importantly? Where’s the fucking logic in that sentence? Mar spun to Camil, “Hey, Camil—John’s out there screwing everything daily. Fuck one back—piss that dumbass off proper.”

  Camil’s gears clicked—this is wild as fuck. Fresh off “freedom,” “wild” was her catnip, and for John, that horny pig? He won’t really care—Viv’s a chick, she knew it deep.

  But her mouth pyed coy, “No, no,” soft and slow, shaking her head—eyes locked on John, as if she's trying to read if John's okay with this.

  John’s actual thought was—sharing with chicks ain’t that bad, long as I’m the only dick here—but Camil’s act held him back. He mirrored her, “No, no?”—no shake, more a question, trying to decipher if she wanted this. Their stare-down screamed fake-ass theater.

  Mar rolled her eyes—these fucking drama queens—and barked at Vivian, “Viv, get Camil to bed and fuck her already!” Vivian blinked, “But she said no?”—voice small, spooked by Mar’s edge.

  “I say ‘no’ to you every fucking day, you muscle-brained slut!” Mar roared, “How you pin me down and fuck me—do the same to her now!”

  Then she turned to John, rolling her eyes again, “And you, John—drop that fucking act, you know pretty well that you’re the luckiest bastard here, the only fucking dude. Besides, this is the only way to get around that rule of ‘no sharing’ for yours, literally your one shot to have a swinger.” Words out, regret hit fast—shit, did I just say ‘swinger’?

  John’s probably only heard that one word “swinger”, “uh, Mar? Did you say ‘swinger’? You do realize that means you’re gonna uh, do it with me?” His voice cracked, half-stunned, half-hard already.

  Camil’s fuse blew again, “You fucking pussy—what’s ‘do it’? You mean ‘fuck her’!” She charged, ripping John’s ropes loose—kicked his ass hard, “Move, dipshit!”. She then grabbed Vivian’s thong by the waistband, yanking her to the bed, “You too, bitch—let’s see who’s John’s real Mommy!”

  John watched her whirlwind—ugh bursting out, God, I love this woman—she’s a fucking lunatic!

  Vivian didn’t waste a beat—snapped on her strap-on, stripped Camil bare in a fsh, and hauled her onto the bed with a grin, “Come on, hot stuff—Mommy’s taking Johnny’s little wife for a ride.” Camil hit the sheets snarling, “Fuck off, I’m not your toy!” But her shove was weak, shit, this bitch is strong, eyes bzing wild. Vivian pinned her wrists—leaned in tight, “You’re mine tonight—Johnny boy’s watching.” Camil writhed, half-fury, half-fired—he’s gonna see this, fuck him, ditched me for these bitches—and hissed, “Make it quick, slut.” She reared to curse again—Vivian’s pink lips crashed hers, shutting her up, their big soft tits mashing together, like juicy meat balloons being pushed against each other—hard nipples rubbing. That first-time sensation on her tits made Camil’s pussy gush—this feels weird but so fucking hot—Vivian cackled, diving in—rammed the strap-on straight into Camil’s core. Camil tried to scream, but her mouth was muffled by Vivian’s lips, her nails cwing as Vivian shoved her hard, but her eyes locked on John, screw you for ghosting me today, pig.

  Across the room, John, now ropes off, had been buzzing for Mar, but seeing Camil and Vivian flipped his switch—come on! Not even a forepy to ease me into this? He clocked Vivian’s thong, her asshole bare behind the strap-on—fine, no prep time? I’ll just fuck your ass right now—and lunged. Mar snagged him mid-step, “Hey, what the hell—ditching me already?”—hissing, shoving him back. John stumbled, “But—” Mar cut him, “No ‘buts’—Viv’s fucking your wife, so you fuck hers too.” She cringed right after the line—that doesn't sound like me, what the fuck’s wrong with me today?

  But her jealousy burned, watching Vivian and Camil. Is Camil really better than me? Viv’s loving it—John was about to join them. But if she knew he was actually aiming for Vivian’s backdoor, she’d not think the same way—but her win-or-die still kicked in. She leapt onto John—ripped open her pantyhose from the crotch and pulled her bck ce thong to one side—smmed down on his cock, no warning. John reeled—soft, tight warmth swallowed him. He honestly felt that he's in love with this pussy the moment he's in. “Don’t you dare go fuck your wife till you fuck me good,” Mar growled.

  “Yes, Mommy Mar!” He gripped her hips, yanking her down hard with every bounce—her round juicy ass spping his thighs, thwack-thwack. Mar’s cool shattered—bit her red lips to stifle yells, fuck, he’s got a hard cock. John rasped, “Get down here Mommy Mar—I’ll kiss that mouth, stop chewing it yourself.” Wet smacks of their kiss filled the air—their rhythm a sweaty, frantic mess. Still, both of them kept sneaking looks at Vivian and Camil’s war on the other side.

  Camil caught John’s eye mid-thrust—you pig, drowning in that bitch’s pussy—so she flipped Vivian over, taking charge, “My turn, bitch.” Vivian moaned—damn, she’s rough—as Camil fucked back. Mar peeked too—they’re wild—and tightened her pussy’s grip on John. Made John feel like a small tight mouth was trying to suck him dry. “Harder, asshole. You’re the only one with a real dick here, so fuck like one!” She drove their pace harder, no way they outdo us.

  John was drowning in it—shit, this is fucking unreal—but pinned under Mar, he felt trapped. Fed up with pying soft, he flipped up—grabbed Mar, yanked her into another kiss. Her big breasts mashed against his chest—warm, soft—Mar melted, swaying her torso, rubbing her hard nipples against him. Her lips locked with his, but muffled groans slipped out—mmph, ahh. John clocked it—she likes me to py her tits. So he seized one, kneading hard, fingers sinking deep into the plush flesh, twisting rough. Mar tore her mouth free—head back—screaming, “Ohhh, fuck!”—a full-on lewd howl.

  Vivian and Camil snapped toward the noise, both’s jealousy fring. Camil hissed at Vivian, “Move, slut! Eat my tits. I’m not losing to your fucking wife.” She shoved Vivian’s head to her chest—take it, bitch. Vivian’s strap-on dug deep in herself, as Camil’s wild rhythm throwing her off, fuck, she’s gonna break me first. Her breath hitched—fuck, I’m close.

  John couldn't take it anymore—he needed to fuck her hard. He flipped Mar ft, hoisted her ass high—still wrapped in bck pantyhose—dangling in the air. The view from above made Mar’s gushing pussy a spotlight for John. He covered her entire vagina with his mouth, sticking his tongue inside, tasting her sweet raw honey while couldn't stop drooling. Nose buried deep in her pubes, he sniffed hard—this is so fucking good—making Mar screaming loud.

  “Quit pying, John. Fuck me already!” No more waiting, he rammed in, pounded down—his balls spping loud onto her ass—Mar lit up, “Fuck, John. Fuck!”—her juice gushing wild, streaming down her pussy, dripping off her back, pooling on the bed. Their csh churned white, sticky mix of Mar’s flood and John’s grind—sloshing loud. Every sm—spt—sprayed it out—spshing Vivian’s face, some even hitting her mouth. That scent—John’s precum, Mar’s juice—cracked her wide open. Vivian shuddered—fuck, I’m done—cumming first, trembling hard. Camil didn’t let up, “What, you’re done already, and you call yourself his Mommy? Keep going!”

  Mar broke next—“Ahhh, fuck!”—but John didn’t slow, mirroring Camil’s vibe—not stopping. Mar thrashed, yelling, “Stop—fuck, stop! Slow down—I can’t—ahh, ahhh!”—voice raw, wrecked, begging loud.

  John was relentless—balls deep, smming Mar with no brakes, sweat dripping down his chest, stinging his eyes. He was teetering on the edge—ready to fucking explode. Across the room, Vivian was a wreck—sprawled out, gasping—but she caught John’s twisted grimace. “No, Johnny—not inside!” she yelled, panic cutting through the haze. Before John could even grunt a reply, Mar’s legs snapped tight—pantyhosed thighs hooking his waist, locking him in. He stared down at her—her tongue lolling out, throat rumbling with thick moans and ragged gasps, eyes rolling back hard. “Fuck, this is too much!” he snarled, smming flush against her pussy—unleashing deep inside, hot bursts flooding her core.

  Mar wheezed, chest heaving, half-choked, “Vivian, you’re right… his cock is too fucking good… no going back for us now.” She smirked through her panting, voice rough as gravel, “Your turn’s next, Viv. You’re getting creampied by him today too.”

  Vivian's in shock, but Camil’s still in her wild rocking. She spped Vivian’s huge jiggly tits, “Focus, bitch. No time to worry about your wife now. I'm still fucking you.” Vivian felt the orgasm coming again. She needed help, John’s help, desperate.

  “John! Your wife’s fucked me out. Help me, dammit!” John gnced over, but didn’t move. He wanted to see how far Camil could push this. Bottoming Vivian out first when she’s the one getting railed? That’s my Mommy! His hands stayed busy though. He snagged Mar’s pantyhose-wrapped foot, pressing it to his nose, inhaling deep, musky and damp, then popped her toes in his mouth, sucking slow. The other foot dragged across his cock and balls, grinding it stiff—fuck, sniffing Mar’s feet while Camil bangs Vivian? This is too good. Mar twitched, wanting more, but she was still wrecked—high off that st wave, limp as hell.

  Camil clocked John’s foot fetish—fuming, why’s he never done that with me?—then eyed Mar’s bck pantyhose and Vivian’s white thigh-highs, jealousy boiling over. Fucking pig, never told me about this. She channeled it—rocked Vivian harder, snarling, “Who’s Mommy? Who’s John’s Mommy?” Vivian wheezed, “You, you are!” Then she screamed, “John, why the fuck aren’t you helping already?!” Camil wasn’t done for sure, years alone dulled her to dildos, she needed the real meat, John’s meat—she wasn’t even close now.

  John’d seen enough—my babe’s still hungry, time to step in. She’s still pissed at him, though—didn’t pause her assault on Vivian. He smirked, slid behind her, shoved her back down—ass up, her asshole winking out, dry as hell. But that’s no problem for John—his dick was slick with Mar’s juice and his cum. He nudged in—slow, tight—Camil froze, “John, stop! I’ve never done it before!” But that backdoor squeeze, hotter and grippier than anything, hooked him hard. He pushed deeper—fuck, it’s tight—her walls cmping him like a vice. Camil’s rhythm died with strap-on still buried in her core—this double hit floored her, too much, too fast. “John—fuck, wait!” Camil gasped, voice cracking—half plea, half growl.

  But John wanted her solo, so he tried to lift her off Vivian, savor that virgin ass proper, but Camil’s pause gave Vivian a breather. She grinned—double penetration? Fucking jackpot—locked her hands on Camil’s back, pinning her tight.

  “Hey, Vivian. I didn’t sign up for this shit,” John snapped, hands tugging at Camil. Vivian fired back, “This is the only way for you to have a double penetration. I'm just a chick! So stop being a pussy. Don’t you wanna tag-team your Mommy Camil with your Mommy Viv?” John hesitated, his brain spinning. Vivian piled on, “Come one, we’ll double up on Mar next,” and thrust up from below—strap-on pumping again.

  Camil’s head fried, this dual assault shredding her, John’s real dick stretching her rear, raw and thick, but not moving. “John, you’re in already. Do it now, you pussy! Fuck Mommy’s ass!” she roared, voice hoarse, cracking wild. John broke—fuck it—joined Vivian’s rhythm: one in, one out—front-back sync—grunting, “Mommy, your asshole is so tight!” He hooked Camil’s legs, arms under her thighs—hoisted her up to make sure her asshole was wide open for his cock, smming full tilt. His cock oozed, juice flooding—Camil’s anus slicked up fast, squelching loud—sp, squirt, sp. She screamed—“Ahh! Fuck! Harder!”—throat shredded, rasping moans bouncing off the walls.

  Vivian matched him, her strap-on relentless. “Take it, Mommy!”—sweat dripping, bed creaking like it’d snap. John groaned, “Fuck, I can’t—too good!”. After hundreds of thrusts, a blur of wet smacks, Mar, finally catching her wind, looked over, as Camil’s wails pulling her in. Jealousy stung—bitch stole the show—but damn, it was fucking hot—Camil, all high-and-mighty, now a moaning wreck under this double sm. “Look at her—fucking owned,” Mar muttered, smirking, her core tingling again.

  Camil hit her edge—“Ohhh, shit—I’m cumming!”, her body locking, quaking hard, with a high-pitched “Ahhhh!” tearing out as she came, juice spurting from her honey pot, drenching Vivian below. John didn’t ease up—“Not yet, Mommy!”, pounding through her spasms, relentless. Vivian pulled out, smirking—“All yours now, John. Shove your Mommy’s asshole good. Fill it up.” That line hit him like a spark—his blood surged. He grabbed Camil’s legs, rolled with a grunt, flipping them both, nding ft on his back. Camil faced away, her back to his chest, feet dangling in the air, impaled on his cock—rock-hard and slick.

  John’s hands shot up—gripping her thighs, hoisting them high—locking her legs with his hands behind her neck, pinning her tight. In a brutal Full Nelson, John started his final sprint—thrusting up hard, his cock pistoning in and out of her asshole—deep, fast, no mercy. The savage rhythm shook her whole frame—her pussy jiggling, juice squirting out in messy pulses, dripping down to where their bodies smmed together—squish, sp, squish. Camil wailed—“Ahh! I love you, John! Mommy loves you!”—voice cracking, body helpless in his grip.

  John felt it coming too, and with one st thrust, he roared, unloading everything—hot, thick bursts flooding her asshole, spilling deep. Camil twitched—moaning—“Ohhh… god…” As the heat filled her, their juices mixing, trickling out around his cock, soaking the sheets.

  John cradled Camil—her limp, sweaty frame pressed against him. He wanted to linger in the afterglow, catch his damn breath. But Vivian’s voice cut through, “Hey, John, Mar’s turn!” He gnced over—Vivian was already at it, strap-on pumping into Mar’s pussy. Mar y on Vivian’s body, with Vivian’s arms cmping her tight, chest to chest, while Mar’s kneeling, holding her rear high up, pantyhose shredded wide, exposing everything.

  “Move it, asshole! I’ve prepped her ass for you!” Vivian barked, grinning wicked as she thrust—wet thuds echoing. John’s eyes locked on Mar’s fat, pale, quivering ass—those cheeks parted, the entrance between them winking, slick and ready. Lust cwed at him—fuck, can’t resist that. He gave Camil a quick kiss, and slid behind Mar. Grabbing her hips, he yanked her back—his juice-drenched penis plunging into her ass, warm and slick, greedy as hell.

  Vivian id on her back, strap-on aligned—gripped Mar’s thighs, smming into her front entrance—heavy, sloppy smacks. Mar jolted—“Ahh—shit!”—body rocking hard between them, juice already spraying out in wild bursts. John kept his pounding—not as tight as Camil, but her wall bouncy, estic, suck in his cock with each thrust. Sp, sp—sweat was flinging off his brow, as he kept going. Vivian synced up—“Did Mommy stretch her wife good back there? I’ve been training her ass myself!”

  “Shut up and let me feel her deeper!” John snapped back, ramping up—her cheeks wobbling, juice streaming down her thighs, John craved to taste it, but that grip on his cock simply made it too hard for him to pull out. Mar’s yells ripped free—“Fuck—yes! Harder! Both of you!”. Her voice raw, trembled with every brutal hit.

  “You love your Mommy Viv and Mommy Mar, huh?” Vivian taunted, smming faster, Mar’s legs quaking. John growled, “Yes, Mommies! I love fucking both of you raw and hard.”, his cock throbbing, drilling relentless, wet squelches mixing with Mar’s “Ahh! Ahh!”

  Her frame seized, her juicy ass swaying wild, and then she shattered—“Ohhh, fuck—I’m cumming again!” She let out a ragged scream as she blew, juice gushing from her front, spttering Vivian’s thighs, her rear cmping John hard, like it was sucking him dry. Vivian lost it too—riding Mar’s climax, she buckled—“Fuck, me too!”—shuddering hard, the other end of the strap-on buried deep as she came, clinging to Mar. The two of them colpsed, gasping loud, tangled in sweat and juice.

  John wiped his brow—grinning, his cock still twitching, slick with Mar’s mess. “Hey, Mommy Viv, two backdoors down for me today, your wife and mine,” he rasped, eyes locking on Vivian. “I’m gonna fuck you anal too, Mommy Viv.”

  Vivian, still catching her breath, ughed, “Oh, you’re fucked out, Johnny boy!” But John’s stance shifted—predatory, no chill. Her smirk faltered, “wait, shit—you serious?” He lunged—ripped the strap-on off her hips, tossing it with a wet thud.

  “Your pytime’s over, Mommy. Now I’m gonna fuck you hard, every fucking hole.”

  He shoved her ft, her legs spyed wide. John knelt between them, “Your pussy’s slick as hell Mommy. I miss it from st time”, and smmed his cock into it—hot, soaked, no resistance. “Fuck—John!” Vivian yelped, hands cwing the sheets—his thrusts brutal, juice sloshing loud—squish, squish.

  “Lube it up good now, Mommy Viv. Now I’m taking your ass.” he teased, pulling out—his cock dripping with her slickness. He slid it straight to her backdoor, rubbing the tight entrance. Then he nudged in—untouched, vise-like—easing slow, then deep—her walls gripping him raw, scorching. Vivian gasped—“Ahh! Too much—slow down!”

  “Slow down? What’s the fun in that, Mommy?”

  John hoisted Vivian’s legs, the legs still sheathed in white stockings—high with both hands, pounding hard—“Do you like it, Mommy Viv?”, his balls smacking her ass—thwack—her pussy juice still coating him, slicking the stretch. She screamed—“Ohhh, fuck slow down!”—voice splintering, body quaking under him. He eyed her gorgeous athletic feet in his grip—fuck, gotta taste ‘em—popped both stocking-wrapped big toes into his mouth, sucking one, then the other—tongue pping the sweaty, musky tang, mixed with Vivian’s unique scent. His nose pressed in, inhaling deep—fuck, this made me harder—while his hips never stopped, smming her senseless.

  He remembered his promise—every hole of Mommy Viv’s getting fucked today.

  He then yanked out his cock, “Taste your own backdoor, Mommy Viv.”—spun her around, and shoved his cock—fresh from her rear—into her mouth. “Mmph—no!” Vivian gagged, eyes bulging—a mixed tang of John’s cum, Mar’s juice and her own ass flooding her tongue, nasty and raw.

  “Clean it for me, Mommy,” he snarled, thrusting shallow—she slurped—“Nngh!”—drool spilling down her chin. John wasn’t done. With his cock still buried in her mouth, he jammed two fingers into her pussy, churning fast, a wet, sloppy chaos. Vivian bucked—moaning under him—her sucking sped up, loud, lewd smacks filling the air, those balls dangling on her nose. His fingers dug her to the brink—her body locked—“Mmmph!”—and she came again, juice spraying from below, soaking his hand.

  John couldn’t hold it anymore. He growled, “Fuck—take it all, Mommy Viv!” And rammed deep into her throat, unloading—hot bursts bsting down. Vivian’s eyes watered, gagging hard, tears streaking as he pulled out with a pop. She coughed, choking, spluttering, with juice still spurting from her pussy.

  Mar and Camil, half-dead on the sidelines, muttered—“Fucking animal…”—“He’s… insane…”—barely audible.

  John slumped back—his cock finally softening, chest heaving as he crashed onto the soaked sheets. “Fuck, four shots already,” he muttered, eyes sliding shut, sweat stinging his skin. The room buzzed with heavy breathing—Mar and Camil sprawled nearby, still wrecked, limbs like jelly. Vivian groaned beside him—“Shit… I’m dead…”—her voice a shaky rasp, juice still glistening on her thighs.

  Suddenly, Camil propped herself up, gring at Vivian, “Hey Mar, this bitch started it all,” she hissed, voice scratchy but sharp. Mar cracked an eye open, smirking, “Yeah, her damn double-team bullshit, fucked us both raw. Time for her to pay back.” They staggered up, grabbing strap-ons from the floor, strapping them on with wobbly hands. Bck for Camil, red for Mar, they stood tall over Vivian’s limp form. John stirred, eyes fluttering open, and there they were: Camil and Mar, looming, strap-ons gleaming, Vivian ft on her back, gasping—“What the fuck…?”

  “No—no! Give me a break—fuck off!” Vivian whined, scrambling to sit up, but Camil dragged her down, “shut up, you little shit”, and straddled her hips, ramming her strap-on into Vivian’s pussy—wet, loud squelches erupting. Mar knelt behind Vivian—“Payback, Mommy Viv”, and plunged her strap-on into Vivian’s asshole, still slick from John.

  “Ahh! Fuck—stop!” Vivian screamed, thrashing—her yells bouncing off the walls, body jolting between them—thwack, squish, thwack.

  Camil grinned, “John! Get over here. Help your Mommies shut her damn mouth!” John chuckled low—energy sparking back, stumbling toward them. “Guess you’re fucked today, Mommy Viv,” he rasped, smirking, his cock twitching awake as he loomed over the trio—Camil and Mar pounding away, Vivian’s “Nngh! Nooo!” turning to garbled moans. The room drowned in heat and noise—their bodies smming into one.

  This night was John’s fucking reward. Every woman here was his tonight, and he damn well delivered, ramming every hole of them, and filled up hard till every hole overflowed, with his thick, white mess.