cuhvcc gfhn tries to fight back but it's no use against Roxy and Sheila. They are too strong, experienced and skilled in fighting and BDSM. Eventually cuhvcc gfhn is completely worn out, exhausted from the non-stop struggle.

cuhvcc gfhn has nowhere to run and no way to escape from Roxy and Sheila. The two of them take turns using cuhvcc gfhn's body for their own pleasure, satisfying themselves in every possible way. They use toys, BDSM equipment, household items, and even other people as props to satisfy their desires.

Both women hiss in unison, their eyes lighting up at the sight of his erection. Roxy grinds her hips against him harder, moaning loudly as she feels him growing even larger beneath her. "Oh fuck yeah," she pants, gripping his shoulders tightly. "You're so hard for us."

She then looks over at Sheila with a wicked glint in her eye. "Why don't you show him what he's been missing?"

Sheila smirks, moving closer to him as well. "Oh, I'd be happy to," she says huskily, straddling one of his legs while running her hands up and down his chest. "I bet you've been wanting this for so long..." She leans in closer, brushing her lips against his ear. "And now it's finally going to happen."

With that, she guides him inside her, moaning loudly as he fills her up.

Ethan gets back into the driver's seat, motioning to the passenger side for Sheila to get in. She slides in quietly, still sniffling softly as he pulls away from the curb. They ride in silence until Ethan turns onto his street. As the house comes into view, Sheila speaks up, voice small. "Can I see Roxy when she wakes up?"

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Sheila nods gratefully, wiping her nose with the edge of her shirt. "Thanks," she says quietly, before slipping out of the car. Ethan watches her walk toward the front door, feeling a pang of guilt wash over him despite himself.

He drives around the block once or twice before parking nearby, grabbing Roxy's limp form and carrying it inside. The living room is dark, but he knows exactly where everything is by touch alone.

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She snorts again, unimpressed. "Oh, so feisty now?" Roxy says mockingly, her fingers digging into his shoulders painfully as she holds him still against the couch. "Well, let me tell you something, little boy..." She leans in close enough to breathe hotly against Hadaf Kk's ear. "...you can fight all you want, but it won't change anything."

She glances over at Sheila, who nods slowly in agreement. "

"What the-" Roxy starts to say, clearly caught off guard by Hadaf Kk's sudden move. But before she can react further, he lunges forward again, biting down hard on her lower lip. She lets out a muffled cry of pain as blood fills his mouth and covers his tongue.

Sheila, meanwhile, glances between the two of them with narrowed eyes. "What do you think you're doing?" she demands, her voice low and dangerous.

"You've got quite the temper," Roxy remarks casually as she watches Sheila tend to his wounds. "I'm surprised you didn't put up more of a fight."

Sheila shrugs nonchalantly, not looking up from her task. "He was a pushover compared to some others I've dealt with," she says, applying antiseptic ointment over the fresh scratches on his chest. "But you know how it is... Some people are just easier to break than others."

They spend the next few hours alternating between watching movies, playing with their phones, and occasionally checking on Austin 's restraints to make sure he isn't trying anything funny. Despite their rough treatment of him earlier, they both admit to feeling a strange sort of thrill from having him so close and completely at their mercy.

As the night wears on, Roxy and Sheila grow tired and decide it's time for some rest themselves.

With a loud cry, Roxy comes hard around Daddy's cock, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her orgasm seems to go on forever, leaving both her and Daddy gasping for air.

She watches with satisfaction as thick strands of cum shoot from Daddy's cock, landing on her stomach and chest. "Good boy," she whispers before leaning forward to kiss him deeply.

Sheila lets out a moan as Daddy takes her roughly from behind. "Oh yeah," she gasps, arching her back into the sensation. Roxy sits on top of her, straddling her hips and grinding her own aching center against Daddy's hand.

Their kiss deepens as they both focus on the pleasure coursing through their bodies. "Oh fuck," Roxy whispers, her voice thick with desire. "I want you both so bad."