Later...

Ethan lets out a guttural moan, his muscles seizing. His ass is stuffed full of cock, beaten into submission by a rough fucking. Not that the beating was necessary.

Layla, or rather the woman wearing her face, spent no time escalating, getting Ethan onto his back after a short bout of foreplay. She was balls deep inside of him, and had been for awhile, eager to break in her new toy.

"Hmmmm," she purred, her voice honey-thick, "Do you love mommy's cock?"

"Y-Yes..." Ethan doesn't really think about the answer, barely getting it out between grunts.

"Say it."

Ethan swallows. "I... I love mommy's cock..."

Layla chuckles softly, the sound barely audible above her heavy breathing. "Good boy. We're going to have so, so much fun together."

Ethan shudders, his body about to give out already, an orgasm drawing close.

It would be the first of many that evening.