The masked man’s cock was thick, veins standing out as he stroked himself once, twice, standing over their trembling bodies. His presence filled the small room, heavier than the noise that went through the walls.

“On your back,” he ordered.

Lena obeyed instantly, sprawling across the couch, her legs still spread wide from Dora’s fingering. Her pussy was dripping, swollen, slick shining down her thighs.

The man pointed at Dora.

“Get between ...