Puppet Master #06, Scene #04

Cherry Jul leads Nikita through the gate, both girls sunlight-warm and restless for the Puppet Master. Rocco squints from his canoe, groans at Cristian, then grins when he spots them waiting at the cabin porch. He glides the canoe in and calls the pair over. Inside he drops onto the sofa and tells Nikita to sit beside him, motioning Cristian into the space between her knees. The brunette answers flat: she likes pussy—Cherry’s, no one else’s. Cherry arches a blond eyebrow. “We can change that,” she says, parting her thighs until the lips glisten in open invitation. Cristian reaches; Nikita smacks his wrist and mutters something ugly in Hungarian. Cherry laughs, stands, smooths her dress. “Upstairs. Dildos. Show.” Rocco moves the camera; they climb. On the bed Cherry works two knuckles into Nikita’s knot of muscle while the younger girl fingers her own clit, nipples tight enough to flick. A strap-on appears; Cherry fits it low on her hips, makes Nikita open her mouth around the silicone until spit runs, then flips her face-down and drives the shaft into her ass in one steady thrust. Cristian is already at the window. Rocco waves him through. He drops behind Cherry, kisses the small of her back, spreads her cheeks, runs his tongue over the tight circle until she hums low. Nikita backs away when his fingers wander her thigh. Cherry swears at Italians, then goes quiet as Cristian’s tongue keeps working—slow laps, sudden sharp sucks—leaving her thighs trembling. She rewards him by sliding to her knees, sucks until his cock taps the back of her throat, then climbs on reverse, sinks down, and rides until the mattress creaks. They move through every angle the room allows: her belly on the footboard, her knees wide, her shoulders pinned, until Cristian grunts and spills across her tongue. She keeps her mouth open for the last rope, then drops between his feet, licking the shaft clean while her own fingers work her clit in fast circles.