Sasha lay on the bed, massaging herself down below and listening for her cue. “Roll over, whore!”
Zack complied and she quickly crawled onto the bed, working her way up his body until she hovered over his chest. They began mild but each got a little stronger until the last was a legitimate slap. Despite her fingerless gloves, he could feel how cold her hands were. On the one hand, it was nice to see one of the girls getting topped for a change. This must have been the “special item” Rebecca picked up when they were at The Sin Bin. “Oh ye of little faith…” Sasha chided, waiting for him to reach her pillows. I want you to fill my cunt and my ass with your thick seed. Rebecca’s smack stung, but that level of discomfort was nothing compared to what he’d experienced the last two nights. If you do not, you know what happens tomorrow.
