Young Bald Pussy - It's What's for Dinner!

Young Bald Pussy – It’s What’s for Dinner!

I stared at the ceiling, my breath hitching as my Dom’s hand tightened in my hair, yanking my head back. Beside me, Sarah was shaking, her eyes wide and glazed with terror, young bald pussy quivering. We were both stripped bare, trembling under his cold, commanding gaze.

“Look at her, Demi,” he spat, his voice a low, cruel growl. “Look at this pathetic little bitch. You’re both going to serve me today, and that means doing exactly what I tell you.”

He shoved my face toward Sarah’s crotch. “Eat her out. Now. I want to see you devour her while she cries.”

I hesitated for a split second, and a sharp slap cracked across my cheek, leaving my skin stinging. “Did I stutter, you useless slut? Get to work.”

I lunged forward, burying my face in Sarah’s wet heat. She let out a choked sob, her hips jerking away, but he pinned her down with one hand, crushing her into the mattress. I licked her clit aggressively, my tongue mimicking the brutality of his commands. I could hear him laughing, the sound devoid of any warmth.

“That’s it, lick her clean. You’re nothing but a tool for my pleasure,” he sneered, his other hand sliding down to grip my ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise.

As I sucked on her, Sarah’s fingers dug into my shoulders, her whimpers turning into forced moans. We were trapped in his sick game, two broken toys forced into a raunchy, desperate tangle of limbs and fluids, our dignity stripped away as he watched us degrade each other for his own twisted satisfaction.