Brian shifted into park, and the van’s engine gave a low rumble before settling into silence. His hands stayed tight on the steering wheel for a long moment, and he let out a slow breath, staring straight ahead. Their journey here had taken years of planning, careful observation, and countless hours of preparation and research. Yet, everything would be decided in the next few hours. One wrong turn, one unforced error, and the best-laid plans could end up as ashes.

In the front passenger seat, Danny glanced at him in the glow of the dashboard lights. Even with the minimal illumination, Brian could see the excitement dancing in Danny’s eyes. He looked like a kid about to enter an amusement park, and his leg bounced slightly, his fingers drumming lightly on the door. They’d done the recon. They had their tasks memorized to the letter. All that remained was going in and carrying out the job.

Outside, the December chill blew a thin sheet of snow across the parking lot, and Brian watched the flakes dance and swirl in the pale glow of a single lamppost. The building in front of them soared into the night sky, countless dark windows blending into the darkness. However, the top floor stood out against the black, a beacon of light that beckoned like a lighthouse in a storm.

They had known there would be a party tonight, some holiday get-together hosted by the top-tier executives. That was precisely why this evening had been chosen. Security would be relaxed, barely a handful left to watch the building at such a late hour. The team had spent weeks casing the place, studying the routine, and timing the shifts of the guards.

Brian exhaled slowly, then pushed open the door. The cold air hit him immediately, but he ignored it, stepping out onto the asphalt. The others followed without a word, their boots crunching against the thin layer of snow as they moved toward the building. There was no hesitation, no last-minute glances exchanged, each of them knew their role and what had to be done.

Danny walked a little ahead, hands buried in the pockets of his thick jacket, his eyes scanning the lot out of habit. Randy trailed just behind Brian, rolling his shoulders like a fighter warming up before a match. The fourth man, Carl, remained quiet, his breath fogging in the cold air. He wasn’t the type to talk much, but he had a steady hand, and that was all that mattered tonight.

They approached the main entrance without a sound. A single security guard stood inside, visible through the glass doors, watching a small TV at the desk. He was older, maybe mid-fifties, wearing a thick mustache and a slightly loose uniform. Brian had seen him before on their recon. Larry, or something like that.

Brian opened the door smoothly, stepping inside with the others close behind. The guard barely had time to look up before Carl moved. A silenced pistol coughed once, and the man slumped forward against the desk. Blood dribbled from the neat hole in his forehead, staining the paperwork beneath him.

“Nice shot.” Danny glanced back with a smirk, and Carl gave a small shrug, holstering his gun.

“Let’s not fuck around, Danny,” Brian warned. “We’re on a schedule.”

“Oh, relax.” Danny turned away. “We got plenty of time.”

Danny pushed the body to the floor and took its place at the security desk, his hands flying over the security console. He yanked a small device from his jacket pocket and plugged it into the system. The screen flickered, lines of code flashing across it as the bypass took effect.

“Cameras are down,” Danny said, unplugging the device. “Alarms too. This system was fucking garbage. You think a company like this could afford better, but I guess the board doesn’t give a shit.”

“Let’s not complain about it.” Brian frowned, glancing down the empty hall. “It makes our jobs easier.”

“Alright, boys. Show time.” Danny spun in the chair, grinning.

“Alright, final check before we move.” Brian turned to Carl and Randy. “Weapons?”

Randy patted his vest, checking each magazine and the silencer already threaded onto his pistol.

“Loaded.”

“Good.” Brian nodded, turning to Carl. “Carl?”

Carl, silent as ever, gave a firm nod. His rifle was slung over his shoulder, his sidearm secured at his hip. Brian knew better than to expect words from the man, so he turned away, satisfied.

“Danny, how’s that elevator coming?”

“I got it.” Danny tapped his fingers on the keyboard. “Just need a minute.”

“I thought you said this was easy,” Randy muttered.

“Well seems like they care more about elevator security than the fucking alarms,” Danny snapped. “Give me a minute.”

“You have thirty seconds,” Brian said.

“Alright, alright, relax.” Danny’s eyes darted across the screen.

A ding echoed through the hall, followed by the sound of elevator doors sliding open.

“Tada!” Danny waved his hand. “See? Easy.”

“Good job, Danny.” Brian gestured down the hall. “Carl, take point.”

Without a word, Carl slipped past, rifle in hand. Randy followed, pistol raised, and Brian moved into line behind him, followed closely by Danny. The team advanced slowly, sweeping their weapons back and forth. Despite the lack of cameras, they remained cautious.

They reached the elevator and stepped inside, the doors gliding shut behind them. The soft hum of the machinery filled the air as they began their ascent to the 45th floor.

Danny leaned back against the wall, letting out a long breath.

“Man, I hope they got some good shit up there. Fancy party like this, they gotta have top-shelf liquor, right?”

“You planning on raiding the minibar mid-job?” Randy chuckled, shaking his head.

“I’m just saying, if we’re already robbing the place, might as well enjoy some perks,” Danny said, grinning. “Bet they got some of that imported crap, you know, the kind that comes in a bottle shaped like a dragon or some shit.”

“Focus, Danny.” Brian kept his eyes on the digital floor readout, watching the numbers climb.

“Relax, man.” Danny raised his hands. “Just keeping the mood light. We all know once those doors open, it’s all business.”

The elevator doors slid open, spilling warm, golden light into the small space. The scent of expensive liquor and perfume hit them immediately, along with the distant hum of jazz music and the murmur of conversation. The party was in full swing—dozens of people in designer suits and glittering dresses, holding crystal glasses filled with top-shelf liquor, oblivious to the armed men stepping onto the marble floor.

Brian moved first, stepping out with his pistol raised, scanning the room. Randy followed, his silencer-equipped handgun held low but ready. Danny strolled out like he belonged there, eyes sweeping the lavish entry way, while Carl emerged last, rifle steady in his grip.

For a moment, no one noticed them.

A teenage girl, no older than sixteen, stood frozen near a long table draped in white linen, lined with delicate hors d’oeuvres and crystal glasses of champagne. Her sleek, dark hair framed her youthful face, but all color drained from her cheeks as her wide blue eyes locked onto the men stepping out of the elevator, their weapons held at the ready. For a heartbeat, she stood motionless, a deer caught in the headlights. Then, her mouth opened, and the first shriek pierced the air.

The girl’s scream cut through the party like a knife, shattering the comfortable bubble of wealth and indulgence. Heads snapped toward her, and then toward the four armed men standing just beyond the elevator.

Then the chaos erupted.

Glasses slipped from trembling hands, shattering against the marble floor. A woman clutched her chest, stumbling backward into a waiter who dropped his silver tray with a loud clang. A man near the bar reached for his phone, his fingers fumbling over the screen.

BANG!

Brian fired a single shot into the ceiling, the gunshot exploding through the room like a thunderclap. All movement stopped, as though someone had hit the pause button. Every face was turned toward him, eyes wide and mouths hanging open. Brian let his arm fall, the muzzle of his pistol pointed at the ground.

“Okay, okay, let’s all just take a deep breath. Nobody needs to do anything stupid.” Danny said with a casual wave of his hand, like he was addressing a rowdy bar crowd instead of a room full of terrified millionaires.

Randy and Carl stepped forward, their weapons leveled at the guests, a silent warning for anyone else considering making a move.

Brian’s eyes flicked back to the girl who had screamed. She was still frozen in place, her face pale, her breathing ragged. She was young, too young to be at a party like this, but that didn’t matter right now.

“You. Come here.” He lifted his pistol and pointed it at her.

The room seemed to exhale as a collective gasp filled the space. The girl’s lip trembled as she hesitated, her wide blue eyes darting to the man standing a few feet behind her. A tall, broad-shouldered executive, his silver hair perfectly combed, his suit crisp despite the tension in his clenched fists.

“Leave her alone, you son of a bitch!” the man shouted, his eyes flashing with rage.

“Daddy, please—don’t make it worse.” Her wide blue eyes begged him to stay still, to not give them a reason.

“It’s okay, honey, I’ve got this.” He moved past her, putting himself between the girl and Brian

BANG!

Blood exploded from the man’s forehead, and his body jerked, falling backward. The girl screamed, her hands covering her mouth, tears rolling down her cheeks. She collapsed to her knees, staring at her father’s lifeless body, his blood seeping across the polished floor.

“Let’s try this again.” Brian’s cold voice cut through the silence. “You, come here.”

Slowly, the girl rose, her legs trembling, tears streaming down her face. She looked back at her father, still lying on the floor, his blood staining the hem of her dress. Then, she looked away, unable to stomach the sight any longer. Her heels clicked softly on the marble as she moved forward, her hands shaking at her sides.

Brian kept his pistol trained on her as she closed the distance between them, her breath ragged and uneven. The party had gone deathly silent, no murmurs, no gasps, just the quiet, horrified breathing of the crowd.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Brian’s voice was surprisingly gentle, given the situation.

“N-Nicole.”

“Nice to meet you, Nicole. I’m sorry we had to meet like this.”

“Please, don’t hurt me,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Nicole. Just keep cooperating and everything will be fine, alright?”

She swallowed hard, then gave a slow, fearful nod.

“Good girl. Now, it looks like you got daddy’s blood on your pretty dress.” Brian pointed at a man near the front. “You, come here.”

“Me?” The man’s voice shook.

“Yeah, you. Get over here. Now.”

The man obeyed, walking toward them on shaky legs, his eyes locked on the pistol pointed at him.

“What’s your name?” Brian asked.

“L-Lance.”

“Well, Lance, why don’t you do a guy a favor and clean up this mess?” Brian glanced at Nicole’s dress.

“I—I can’t,” the man stammered.

“Lance, do you know little Nicole here?” Brian gestured toward her.

“I, uh ... I just met her tonight. Her father is—” He swallowed the rest of the sentence, glancing down at the body on the floor.

“Her father is dead,” Brian finished for him. “Now she needs a man to take care of her. Are you going to take care of her, Lance?”

“I-I...” He glanced at Nicole, his eyes traveling up and down her slender frame, the low-cut dress that accentuated her curves.

“I need an answer, Lance,” Brian said.

“Uh ... yes, yes, of course.”

“Good. See? That wasn’t so hard.” Brian turned to Nicole, taking her chin gently in his hand and tilting her face up to look at him. “I bet Lance can get that stain right out, can’t he, sweetheart?”

She stared back at him, her big blue eyes swimming with fear, but she didn’t respond.

“Can’t he, Nicole?” Brian pressed, his fingers tightening on her chin.

“Y-Yes,” she choked out.

“Good.” Brian released her, nodding toward Lance. “You heard the young lady. Take off her dress.”

Lance swallowed hard, looking around the room as if someone would stop this. But everyone remained motionless, their eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them. He took a step toward her, then paused, glancing back at Brian.

“Right here?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Is there a problem, Lance?”

“I ... no. I’m just—”

“Then do it.”

Lance swallowed again, turning back to Nicole. He reached out a trembling hand, resting it lightly on her bare shoulder. She flinched, a tear slipping down her cheek, but she didn’t move away. With unsteady fingers, he unzipped her dress, pushing the thin straps off her shoulders. It slipped to the floor, pooling around her high heels, leaving her standing there in nothing but her bra and panties.

A wave of murmurs and whispers rippled through the crowd as they stared at her exposed backside. Lance’s cheeks burned red, and he looked away, unable to bring himself to meet her gaze. Nicole wrapped her arms around her bare body, trying to shield herself from the prying eyes, her tears falling silently.

“What are you waiting for, Lance? Take off the rest of it.”

“Please, don’t do this,” Nicole pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lance hesitated, his jaw clenched tight, but he obeyed, moving behind her back to unfasten her bra. The lacy garment fell away, and Nicole’s small breasts were exposed, her nipples already hardening in the cool air. She covered her chest, trying desperately to hide herself from the dozens of eyes burning into her.

“Go on, Lance. The panties too,” Brian said.

Lance moved in front of her again, his hands trembling as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties. Slowly, he eased them down, revealing her freshly shaven pussy. She gasped, her hands flying to cover herself, her face flushed with shame. Lance backed away, his eyes averted, his lips pressed together.

“Tell him thank you, sweetheart,” Brian said.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with tears.

“That’s a good girl. Lance, you can go back to your group.”

Lance obeyed, his steps slow and heavy as he moved away.

“Now, Nicole, turn around and show everybody what a good job Lance did.”

She hesitated, her arms still wrapped tight around her body, her face burning. But a glance at the gun in Brian’s hand was all it took to get her moving. Slowly, she turned to face the crowd, her cheeks crimson with shame.

“Hands at your side, sweetheart,” Brian instructed.

With a shudder, she obeyed, dropping her hands to her sides, exposing her naked body to the crowd. Her petite frame stood exposed under the bright lights, slender hips and firm breasts, her skin smooth and flawless. Her slender thighs were parted by a wide, distinct gap, drawing attention to the delicate shape of her youthful form. The generous space between her legs drew all eyes directly to the soft, thin slit nestled clearly between them, visible and unhidden, accentuating her vulnerability. The openness highlighted her petite build, making her appear even more delicate under the intense gaze of the crowd.

The room was deathly silent, everyone seemingly holding their breath as they stared at her. A few of the girls glanced away out of respect, their gazes flickering elsewhere, but other girls couldn’t help but look on, their curiosity outweighing their decency. Almost all of the men, however, were locked onto her, their eyes sweeping up and down her slender figure, lingering on her exposed breasts, her bare pussy. Drinking her in without shame or hesitation.

The weight of their attention pressed down on her, and her face burned hotter. She wanted to hide, to cover herself, but she couldn’t. She was trapped, her body exposed, her dignity stripped away. A new wave of tears spilled down her cheeks, and her lips trembled, but she didn’t dare move.

“On your knees,” Brian said, his voice soft.

Nicole swallowed hard, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she obeyed, sinking to her knees in front of him. Her bare skin pressed against the cold marble, sending a shiver through her. She looked at the crowd, her blue eyes filled with fear and humiliation.

Brian gave Danny a nod, and Danny moved into position behind her, his weapon aimed at the back of her head.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Brian, and this is my friend Danny. We’re going to be running the show from here on out, so I suggest you do what we say and you’ll all live through the night. Now, I want all of you to kneel, like little Nicole here. Go ahead. On your knees.”

The guests obeyed, slowly lowering themselves to the floor, their eyes still fixed on the naked girl kneeling before them.

“Now you’ve all met Nicole, she’s going to be helping us keep things nice and orderly tonight,” Brian continued. “I’ll make it simple for you. Anyone tries anything, a call, a text, anything out of line, Nicole will be seeing her daddy again real soon. Understand?”

The guests nodded silently, their faces pale and drawn.

Brian turned back to Danny, his voice low.

“You can handle the room, right? If anyone gets cute, deal with it.”

“Sure thing, boss.” Danny’s eyes sparkled. “But Bri, have you seen the girls in this crowd? A lot of them look really young, and most are fucking gorgeous.”

Brian glanced back, scanning the room. It didn’t take long to see what Danny meant. Nearly all the girls in the crowd had the fresh, delicate features of teenagers, their youthful beauty undeniable. Their lithe, supple bodies stood out among the sea of spectators, barely hidden beneath stylish yet revealing outfits that clung to their slender frames. The sight of so many young, attractive women, kneeling in submission, sent a wave of excitement through him.

“Nicole,” Brian said, looking down at her.

“Yes, sir?” She looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears.

“What kind of party is this? Why are there so many girls your age here?”

“It’s ... it’s a bring your daughter to work party.” She whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Oh shit.” Danny let out a laugh. “You mean all these rich guys brought their daughters to the party, and they’re all fucking hot? Fuck yeah, this is going to be a fun night.”

“We’re not here to have fun, Danny.” Brian gave him a disapproving look.

“We’ll see,” Danny said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Go on, I’ve got the room.”

Brian gave him a final, skeptical look, but turned and walked over to Randy and Carl, who had been standing guard the whole time.

“Carl, you watch over the party with Danny. Randy, you’re with me.”

“Time to clear the offices? Good.” Randy smiled, patting his pistol.

Brian gave Randy a nod, then glanced back at the party one last time. The guests were silent and compliant, kneeling obediently, their eyes locked on the naked girl. Danny was watching them, his pistol trained on her head, ready for any trouble. Satisfied, Brian turned and led Randy out of the room.

Brian pushed open the heavy double doors, stepping into the hallway beyond the party. The noise dimmed instantly, replaced by the low hum of fluorescent lights and the faint whir of ventilation.

“Remember the plan,” Brian said, his voice low and firm. “You take the west hall, I’ll clear the east. We meet back at the stairwell once it’s done. Keep your comms open.”

“Got it. Holler if you need me.” He veered left without hesitation, disappearing into the dim corridor.

Brian moved the opposite way, keeping his steps controlled and quiet.

Brian worked his way down the hall, checking each office methodically. None were locked, left unlocked for the cleaning staff that wouldn’t be in for several hours. Inside, they were all the same. Sleek, modern, impersonal. Leather chairs, polished desks, computers left on standby, their screens dimly glowing in the dark. A few rooms had safes, but those weren’t his priority.

The next few rooms were empty, nothing but chairs and filing cabinets. A few had bars set up, expensive bottles lined up in neat rows. One had a faint smell of cigar smoke, still lingering in the air. Someone had been there recently, but they were gone now.

Brian continued his sweep, stepping silently from one room to the next, keeping his movements sharp and efficient. So far, nothing stood out. Just the expected signs of wealth and excess. Expensive décor, premium liquor, high-end furniture. But nothing useful.

Then he heard it.

Faint at first, just a whisper of sound cutting through the quiet hallway. He heard what sounded like a scream, his first thought being that something went wrong back at the party. As he listened closer, the sound was coming from the opposite direction, down the hall he was clearing.

Brian moved cautiously, following the sounds. His pulse stayed steady, his focus sharp. The muffled noises were inconsistent. Sometimes it sounded like a scream, then silence, then a low sound, almost like a man in pain, then more silence, then an almost whimper or a cry, before returning to the first.

He passed one door. No sound.

Another. Still nothing.

Then, just as he turned the corner, he saw it. A door left slightly ajar, the faint glow of warm light spilling into the dark hallway. The noises were coming from inside. Brian moved closer, keeping his steps light and his pistol held at the ready. The sound was clearer now, and he recognized it immediately.

A girl, crying out, followed by a man groaning.

“Yes, Daddy, oh God, yes, just like that!”

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby girl.”

Brian stood against the wall, peering through the narrow crack. Inside, a large, middle-aged man, his hair slicked back and his expensive suit rumpled, had his pants and briefs around his ankles, while a young blonde girl, maybe seventeen or eighteen, was lying on her back on the large mahogany desk, her legs spread wide. The man was pumping into her, his cock sliding in and out, and she was moaning and begging for more, her hands gripping the edge of the desk.

Her dress was a mess on the floor, her bra and panties tossed aside. Her bare breasts bounced as she was fucked, her perky pink nipples standing out against her smooth, creamy skin. Her eyes looking up at the man, pleading with him, begging for him to take her. She was completely nude, her long legs wrapped around the man’s waist, her pussy stretched and filled by his thick cock.

Brian couldn’t help but smile as he silently pushed open the door and stepped inside. The pair didn’t notice him at first, too focused on each other. Brian cleared his throat, and the man froze, his cock buried deep in the girl’s tight pussy.

“Don’t stop, Daddy!” she pleaded.

“Shut up,” the man snapped.

The girl fell silent, staring up at him, her wide eyes filled with confusion. She then followed his gaze and saw Brian standing a few feet away, his gun pointed directly at them.

“Who are you?” the man asked, his voice shaky as he pulled out of the girl and raised his hands.

“Forget that,” Brian said, looking down at the condom covering the man’s erect cock. “Who are you?”

“M-My name’s Roger, Roger Davis. I’m the head of IT.”

“IT?” Brian looked at the girl. “And you are?”

“T-Taylor,” she stammered. “Taylor Avery.”

“So not your daughter then?” Brian raised an eyebrow.

“No, we’re not related.” Roger’s cheeks flushed.

“Then who is your daddy, Taylor? Someone brought you to this party tonight, right?”

“My-- My dad is the CEO, John Avery.”

“Well well well.” Brian smirked. “Good on your Roger, banging the CEO’s daughter.”

“Please, don’t shoot us.” Roger’s voice cracked. “I’ll do anything.”

“Oh, I know you will.” Brian glanced back at the naked girl, still lying on the desk. “Keep fucking her.”

“W-What?” Roger stared at him, his hands still raised.

“You heard me. Fuck her.”

Roger glanced down at his still-hard cock, then back up at Brian, his expression confused.

“You think I’m joking?” Brian shook his head, aiming his gun at the girl’s forehead. “Do it. Or she dies.”

Roger looked at Taylor, meeting her eyes. She nodded, spreading her legs wider.

“Fuck me, Roger,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Slowly, he nodded, lowering his hands and stepping forward.

“Take off the condom.” Brian motioned with the gun.

“But—”

“No buts. You want her to live, don’t you? Taylor, you’re find if this guy gets you pregnant, right?”

“Y-Yes,” she stammered.

“Good.” Brian looked back at Roger. “Get that rubber off and get back inside her.”

Roger swallowed hard, then nodded, quickly removing the condom and tossing it aside. He stepped closer, his cock resting against her smooth, wet lips. She reached down, gently guiding him inside her.

They both gasped as he entered her, their bodies pressed together. Roger began to move, slowly at first, then building to a steady rhythm. Taylor moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the desk, her hips rising to meet his thrusts.

Brian watched them, his cock growing hard in his pants. He couldn’t resist joining in on the fun.

“Keep fucking her, Roger.”

The man didn’t even hesitate, his cock pumping in and out of her tight pussy, looking happy, as if he had always wanted to fuck her without protection.

Brian approached them, reaching out to touch her bare breast. He cupped it, feeling her firm flesh fill his palm, his thumb grazing over her sensitive nipple. Taylor let out a small gasp, her eyes fluttering closed as his hand explored her body.

“How does she feel, Roger?” Brian asked, his voice low.

“Good, she feels so good.”

“She’s got a nice tight pussy, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, it’s perfect,” he moaned.

“Do you like fucking her without a condom? Does it make you feel like a real man?”

“Yes, God yes, I’ve always wanted to fuck her raw,” he admitted.

“You’ve fucked her before?”

“Yes, so many times. We’ve been having sex for months now.”

“Is she a good girl, Roger? Does she let you do whatever you want?”

“Yes, she’s the best. She’s such a dirty little slut.”

“Hey!” Taylor cried out. “I’m not a slut!”

“Really? You sure look like one.” Brian smirked, pinching her nipple.

She whimpered, her face turning red, but she didn’t say anything else.

“Does she give good head, Roger?” Brian asked.

“So fucking good,” he groaned. “She loves sucking cock.”

“Good,” Brian said, unzipping his pants.

“What are you doing?” Roger asked, his voice shaking.

“I’m going to enjoy some of your girlfriend’s amazing skills.” Brian took his cock out and stepped up to her.

Taylor turned her head to the side, watching as Brian’s erect cock bobbed just inches from her face. She swallowed, her eyes locked on his throbbing shaft, her lips parted slightly.

“Suck it,” Brian ordered.

She didn’t move, frozen in place.

“Suck my fucking cock, or else.” He aimed the gun at her forehead. “If I feel a single tooth, I’m going to paint this desk with your brains. Understand?”

She hesitated, then nodded, opening her mouth and letting her tongue flick out. Brian pushed in, forcing his hard cock into her mouth. She gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn’t try to pull away.

Brian groaned, his hands grabbing her head as he pushed deeper. Her warm, wet mouth felt amazing, her tongue swirling around his shaft. Roger didn’t slow his thrusts, his cock still sliding in and out of her tight pussy, his hands gripping her hips.

“That’s it, take my cock,” Brian moaned, his fingers tangling in her blonde hair. “Look at you, such a dirty little slut, getting fucked raw by two guys. Your daddy would be so proud.”

She whimpered, her eyes shut tight as he forced his cock deeper.

“Yeah, take it all,” Brian growled, his hips thrusting forward. “Just like that, keep sucking me. You love it, don’t you?”

She didn’t respond, her mouth full of his cock, but he knew she did. Her lips wrapped around him, her tongue licking and sucking. He could tell she was enjoying it, despite her protests.

“You’re a good cocksucker, aren’t you, Taylor?”

“Yes,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by his shaft.

“I’m going to give you a load of cum, right in that pretty little mouth. Then you’re going to swallow every drop, like a good girl. Got it?”

“Yes,” she gasped, her head bobbing up and down his length.

“Then here you go.”

Brian groaned, his grip tightening on her head as he pumped his hips, his cock sliding between her lips. With a final grunt, he came, filling her mouth with his hot cum. She gagged, swallowing his load, her eyes watering.

“Don’t spill a drop,” he warned, pulling out of her mouth.