New reality

When Anya Taylor-Joy woke up she was in an unusual position. Although her freshly awakened mind didn’t yet grasp what exactly was happening around her, she was probably somehow on all fours. Her small breasts were being carefully fondled by two hands which had already long made her nipples harden.

The worst thing however was that she was being fucked anally! She preferred calm refined sex. She was too proud to moan like some random whore, but at this moment it was too late. She had always been very sensitive, and her husband knew how and where to touch her. Already at this point she was on the edge of orgasm and very loud moans were coming from her mouth.

Normally she would be furious, but she was too aroused. The only thing she could do was to put her fingers into her already wet pussy and moan again and again when her husband’s penis was hitting her narrow virgin ass.

At some point he was doing it so brutally that she was afraid she would be torn to pieces. She had never made love like this with anyone, she always had full control. Until now. All clarity of mind left her.

Oh yes deeper, deeper!

Some magic word?

Please!!!

The actress was screaming at the top of her lungs when she and her husband at the same moment reached orgasm.

For several minutes both of them were panting lying next to each other on the bed. Anya Taylor-Joy was only touching her own ass as if wanting to make sure her anus hadn’t been torn apart. Slowly however she was coming back to herself. Her husband in the middle of the night without asking began to **** her in the ass! As soon as the pleasure after orgasm was fading into nothingness she was getting more and more furious. But before she managed to say they were getting divorced, Malcolm shoved several banknotes into her ass still full of his sperm and said:

Well thank you for a beautiful evening and this morning. You’re wasting yourself in this brothel, with your body you could be an elite prostitute for the elite, but I won’t complain that you’re so cheap.

Anya wasn’t sure if she understood correctly what he said, but as soon as she stood up she saw that she wasn’t in her mansion. The whole room was smaller than her walk-in closet and was terribly dirty. On the chair lay a dress, but for sure it wasn’t any of her dresses, it looked like the lowest quality Chinese crap completely unlike the Dior dress she was wearing yesterday.

She was so terrified by this that she neither took the banknotes out of her ass nor said anything to her husband, who just walked out of the room as if nothing happened.

She reacted only when some disgustingly looking woman entered the room.

Come on Anya get up already, 10 clients are waiting. At your rates, to make enough for rent you have to fuck at least 10 a day.

What… what’s happening?

I see Malcolm fucked you really good. You know that he’s cheating on you with some rich cunt from Hollywood?

My name is Anya Taylor-Joy I’m a rich actress. I don’t know how I got here I think I was kidnapped.

Haha you got your wires crossed. Anya is exactly that rich cunt actress. You are called Lola and you are a prostitute with the lowest rates in my brothel!