Cindy Queen of Hell Part 4

Cindy took one look and stayed. Two succubi had a man on his knees between them—Anna Bell with heavy tits slick from spit, Nikki pinning his arms while her tongue traced his throat. The rope on the wall had already left fresh welts across his back. Cindy, barefoot in nothing but black silk, watched Anna jerk Chad’s cock hard and then swallow it to the root. She kept him there until his hips jerked and a strangled sound tore out of him. Nikki laughed, reached down, and spread his ass wider, sliding two fingers in with one slow, vicious push. They never asked permission. They took. Anna climbed onto Chad’s lap and sank onto his cock in one wet slide; Nikki straddled his face, grinding until his tongue worked her clit. Cindy slid a hand between her own legs and found herself dripping. When Anna pulled off and the thick head slipped free, Nikki caught it and fed it straight into Cindy’s palm. “Squeeze,” she ordered. Cindy did. Precum smeared her fingers. She brought them to her mouth without thinking. The taste hit her like a live wire and the girls’ laughter turned into hungry moans. They moved her between them like she’d always belonged there—Anna’s mouth on her nipple, Nikki spreading her open with skilled fingers, then tongues, until Cindy bucked and came with a sound halfway between moan and command. By the time Chad was inside her, slick from Anna’s juices, the decision was already made. Cindy let the underworld take her and knew, with every filthy thrust, she wouldn’t be leaving.