Wild plays with Logan, Karen and Anna

Logan shows up starving for a pair of girls in fishnet. She wants to pay. She gets exactly what she came for. Karen and Anna already know the game. They meet her at the door wearing nothing but black mesh stretched tight across pale skin and warm curves. Logan’s mouth goes slack. The first thing they do is pull her between them, palms sliding over her ass, fingers teasing the edges of the net. One girl turns, bends, and lets Logan press her face into the warm cleft framed by stretched diamonds. The other slides a slick, lubed golf ball past Anna’s tight ring. It vanishes. A second follows, then a third. Logan watches each disappear, breathing hard, her hand already between her own legs. Karen straps on a thick, black dildo that bobs heavy between her thighs. Anna drops to all fours, fishnet still on, and takes the whole length in one slow thrust. Logan crawls closer, tongue out, licking where rubber meets skin. They trade places. Logan gets the strap-on next, Karen working it deep while Anna stretches Logan’s lips around a fat, ridged dildo. Every thrust rocks her forward; every gag makes Karen fuck her harder. Sweat beads on their bellies. The fishnet clings, darkens, tears at the seams. Logan comes first, shaking, then again when Karen replaces the dildo with her tongue. Anna pulls the golf balls free one by one, each slow pop sending a shiver up Logan’s spine. They keep going until the girls are slick, gasping, and Logan is spent on the sheets, still clutching torn handfuls of black mesh.