The Trophy Whore

“Is this his new one? Can see why he picked her, big titties.” A female voice, light and curious.

Kathy blinked and looked around, trying to focus. The world was a blurry haze, her lips felt swollen and bruised. There were people here and she was naked, she shouldn’t be naked. Who was…

“Yeah, he always did have a good eye and they always say yes.” This one male, the one standing over her.

Fingers like steel gripped her head as a hard cock thrust back into her mouth while drool dripped down her chin. She looked up through heavy lidded eyes at Evan as he pushed forward, pressing his groin against her face, making her gag a little, a low groan of pleasure vibrating in his throat.

He shouldn’t be… where was, where was Rick? Kathy’s skin tingled, nipples taut as her brain struggled to piece together what was happening. Her tongue curled around the cock in her mouth automatically, tastebuds flaring as the salty precum coated her mouth, making her crave more. This was… Rick wouldn’t… she knew how to please, her body was on fire!

“Well, since he divorced Mom it’s been one dumb vagina after another.” That woman’s voice again, cold and dismissive.

Kathy tried to shake her head, but she was too dizzy, all she could do was look out the corner of her eyes at… Sloane… why was Sloane here? Evan grunted, ramming his cock down her throat, forcing her to focus on just breathing.

“I haven’t even got to her pussy yet, but damn she knows how to suck. I could cum right now.”

“Daddy’s whores always do. You gave her the stuff?”