Gang Pegging and Humiliation Threat by Lora Cross

Lora Cross stands over you in nothing but a tiny yellow microbikini, her sculpted abs flexing, massive tits barely contained, and a thick strap-on. She runs a hand down her waist. “You think this is just me?” she taunts, stepping closer, the tip of her strap tracing your lips. “You’re getting the warm-up. When I’m done stretching you out, I’ve got a whole lineup waiting to really put you in your place.”

She grabs your chin, forces you to look up at her tanned toned body, and grinds the strap against your face like she owns you—because she does. “You’ll moan, you’ll cry, and by the time we’re done, your butthole will never work again.” Lora’s voice is low and mean, full of dominance and power. “And you’re going to thank me after every strap destroys your stupid butthole.”