Now who’s the bitch
Cathy was surprised when her former mistress, whom she had not seen in over two years, demanded a rematch against her current master. Her master immediately accepted, with one stipulation - if he won this time, she would be his sex slave for life. Cathy had no doubt about the outcome of this match. After all, Chuck had outfucked and humiliated his bitter rival in a
four-hour match that ended with her sprawled across the balcony, and
face-deep in the pool of her own cum. It was a great surprise to both Chuck and Cathy when Jolena showed up fit as an athlete and pound him onto the sofa for better part of an hour. Chuck was barely holding back his cum under the tremendous assault of her incredibly tight pussy. His legs were stiff and his toes were curled, he increased his pace, rammed his throbbing cock deep inside her. In turn, Jolena slammed her hips down hard, squeezing and grinding his cock to a pulp.
Mouth agape, he screamed, “OH GODDAMN YOU!”
He barely managed to finish the last words when his cock erupted inside her, his convulsing body blasting torrents of hot stud seed into the pussy that defeated him. Not giving him one moment of reprieve, she continued to milk his now-sensitive cock, squeezing every bit of cum out of his tired manhood. Worn out like never before, his mind went into overdrive and his cum rocketed out of his cock again before passing out. Looking down at her new sex slave, the victorious Jolena furiously worked her fingers across her clit and brought herself to a magnificent climax. She gushed all over his face marking him as her property before turning her attention to Cathy.
“Bedroom. Now.”
Cathy woke up sluggishly the next morning from her slumber after spending the previous night satisfying her new mistress. Using all her energy, she pulled her tired body from bed and looked for Jolena. There in the middle of the living room was Chuck, gagged and chained to the ceiling, being powerfucked in the ass by his new mistress.