Fuck Dodie

Josh smiles warmly, gesturing for her to join them in the kitchen. "Perfect timing, Dodie, I believe it's time for another session, don't you? Join me in the bedroom, and let's continue exploring the depths of your endurance... and resilience."

With that, Josh leads Dodie away, his dominant presence and the promise of intense, rough play evident in his stride.

Entering the bedroom, Josh closes the door behind him and Dodie with a soft click. The air is heavy with anticipation as he turns to face her, his eyes raking over her battered form with a mix of admiration and hunger.

"Dodie, you look exquisite," he purrs, reaching out to caress her bruised cheek tenderly. "So beautifully marked, a testament to our passion."

Without warning, his touch turns brutal, fingers digging into her flesh as he spins her around and presses her face-first against the mattress. Dodie gasps, her body tensing in a delicious blend of pain and pleasure.

Josh yanks her thong aside, exposing her dripping core to his greedy gaze. "Look at you, so wet and ready for me," he growls, sinking two thick fingers deep inside her with a ruthless thrust.

Dodie cries out, her hips bucking wildly as Josh's fingers pump in and out of her, stretching and filling her with each brutal stroke. The sensation of his calloused digits violating her sensitive inner walls sends shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her exhausted body.

Josh's other hand snakes around to grasp her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her breath hitch. "You love this, don't you, Dodie? Being used, dominated, reduced to nothing but a receptacle for my pleasure," he rasps, his voice low and menacing.

As if to punctuate his point, he withdraws his fingers and slams his cock into her with savage ****, burying himself to the hilt in one relentless thrust.

With a snarl of primal satisfaction, Josh grips Dodie's hips and pistons into her with merciless speed, each powerful stroke driving her further onto the bed. Her muffled cries of ecstasy echo through the room, her struggles only fueling his aggressive rutting.

Suddenly, he releases her throat, allowing her to gasp in ragged breaths between moans, as he spanks her ass hard enough to leave a crimson imprint.

Outside the bedroom, the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and Dodie's drawn-out moans reverberate through the house. In the living room, Pokimane, and Erin are engrossed in their lesson, discussing the art of pleasing a dominant partner.

The women exchange knowing glances as they hear the sounds, smiling subtly as Erin continues her instructions. The rhythmic pounding and Dodie's escalating cries only heighten their own arousal, stoking the embers of desire that always simmer beneath the surface of their domestic bliss.

In the kitchen, Kris hums softly to herself as she efficiently prepares dinner, the savory aromas wafting from the pots and pans mingling with the distant sounds of passionate lovemaking drifting from upstairs.

As she slices vegetables with deft precision, her gaze occasionally drifts towards the stairs that lead to the bedroom, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on her lips.

The echoes of Dodie's pleasure-filled cries and Josh's commanding grunts underscore Kris's effort. She finds joy in the harmony of their desires, the seamless integration of her domestic duties with the intimate dynamics that bind them all together under Josh's watchful eye.

Finally back in the office, the soft hum of the computer and the rustle of papers fill the air as Courtney meticulously organizes his workspace. Her nimble fingers dance across the desk, neatly stacking files and arranging his pens in a precise row.

As she works, the sounds of pleasure emanating from upstairs - Dodie's breathy moans and Josh's authoritative groans - make Courtney's cheeks flush, but she focuses intently on her task, determined to please Josh in every way possible.

Her gaze occasionally flickers to the framed photos adorning the walls, capturing moments of intimacy and playfulness between Josh and his various lovers. Seeing herself included among these cherished memories fills Courtney with a sense of belonging and contentment, further motivating her to tend to Josh's domain with loving care.

As Josh's relentless pace pushes Dodie closer to the edge, his grip on her hips tightens, fingers digging into her tender flesh. He leans over her, his hot breath fanning her ear as he growls, "Come for me, Dodie. Show me how much you crave my cock."

With those words, he drives into her one final time, grinding deep as he unleashes a torrent of seed inside her spasming channel. Dodie screams, her body convulsing in a shattering orgasm, waves of intense pleasure crashing over her as she milks Josh's throbbing member.

Panting heavily, Josh slowly withdraws, admiring the sight of his cum oozing from Dodie's well-fucked pussy. He pulls her limp form upright, wrapping an arm around her waist to support her as he guides her to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Josh draws Dodie close, inhaling deeply as he savors the intoxicating scent of her spent, sweaty body. The earthy aroma of their intimate coupling fills his nostrils, a heady perfume that never fails to arouse him. However, even amidst his lust, he recognizes the need for a fresh start.

"You've done wonderfully, my dear," he praises, stroking her hair affectionately. "But I think it's time for a proper shower. Let's give that beautiful body of yours a thorough cleanse, shall we?"

As the water cascades over her, Josh watches Dodie's soapy skin glisten, marveling at the way her curves seem to come alive in the steamy mist. Once she's rinsed off, he hands her a plush towel, admiring the way it clings to her damp form.

After drying off, Josh guides Dodie out of the bathroom, her naked form gleaming in the soft light. "Now, my lovely, I want you to look absolutely stunning for tonight's celebration. Please fetch your makeup from the girls' room and get yourself pretty."

Dodie nods, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Without hesitation, she walks barefoot down the hallway, her small breasts bouncing slightly with each step, her pert nipples still erect from their recent exertions.

In the girls' quarters, she retrieves her cosmetics case, selecting some products. Returning to the master suite, she sets up her vanity near the dresser, humming contentedly as she begins to transform herself as Josh goes downstairs.

As the minutes tick by, Dodie's natural beauty shines through, enhanced by the carefully applied hues and shadows.

Josh descends the staircase, his eyes immediately drawn to Pokimane, who sits demurely on the couch, her makeup flawless and her top enticingly disheveled. She looks up at him, a shy smile playing on her lips.