...door left ajar just enough to see—the blonde with the silver gagr leans over the girl’s face, thighs clenched around her skull. No warning, no hesitation; just a hand fisted in long brown hair yanking back while those full lips smother any sound. The bedframe groans as hips slam down harder, each thrust muffled by gagging breath. Then—flips her onto her back mid-stranglehold, knees planted wide for that cock already slick with spit to slide home...
