Lottie Episode 2

Lottie Magne lies across Christian Clay’s lap, knees apart, cheeks open. A silver plug glistens between them. He turns the base, twisting the cold metal deeper before he pulls. Her tight ring grips, then gives. The toy slips free and he lays it on the sheet. She catches his eye and opens her mouth. He slides the plug past her lips and she sucks, tasting metal and her own heat. She slides down, takes his cock to the root. No hands. Just the steady slide until her nose presses his stomach. Spit runs down his balls. He pulls her off, strings of it dripping, then pushes back in, deeper. Every time he bottoms out her throat flutters. He holds her there until she needs air, lets her up for a second, then sinks again. When he’s close, he flips her onto her back, lifts her legs. Her hole is still open from the plug. He pushes straight in. Two strokes and he pulls out, feeds the shaft into her mouth again, lets her taste where he’s been. She swallows around him, eyes wet, lips stretched. He keeps the rhythm—hole to mouth, hole to mouth—until his cock starts to pulse. She keeps him inside, tongue flat, and takes every spurt, holding it on her tongue while he watches. She swallows once, twice, then opens to show it’s gone.