Our Mid-Day Ritual

Kira and Anna were supposed to be jogging. Bright sun, tight shorts, boobs bouncing. Then they cut through a stranger’s yard and freeze. Lumi Ray has her man Codey Steele blindfolded, wrists tied, standing there like he’s the main course. She cracks her whip against her thigh-highs and grins at the two joggers who just wandered in. Anna grabs Kira’s wrist and drags her inside before either of them can think twice. Lumi doesn’t ask questions; she just points at the thick cock hanging between Codey’s legs. Kira’s eyes go wide. Anna’s already on her knees. Tits out, blonde hair swinging, brunette ponytail still damp with sweat—they take turns sliding that cock down their throats while Lumi watches. Codey’s hips jerk every time Kira swallows him to the base. Anna laughs around his shaft, spit dripping onto her big natural tits. Lumi ties Kira’s wrists behind her back and shoves her forward. She tears open the crotch of Kira’s leggings and sinks two fingers inside her, testing how wet she is. Satisfied, she nods to Codey. He steps in, grabs Kira’s hips, and pushes straight through the hole in the torn fabric. Kira gasps, forehead pressed to the wall, while Anna crawls underneath to lick whatever spills out. They trade places. Anna on her back, legs spread wide, Lumi stuffing her own soaked panties into Anna’s mouth before straddling her face. Kira stays on her knees, sucking Codey again while he fucks Anna with long, steady strokes. Every thrust makes Anna’s heavy tits bounce against Lumi’s thighs. Codey ends up on the floor, wrists still bound. Kira rides him hard through the rip in her leggings, sweat rolling down her spine. Anna kneels beside them, holding Lumi’s whip, flicking it lightly across Kira’s ass to keep her moving. The four of them keep trading until the sun shifts and the room turns gold, nobody in any rush to finish the run they started.