You take his cock in your mouth.

It doesn't fit that well, but he pulls hard on your neck and starts fucking your throat. You want to protest, but he tells you to shut up.

"Good girls don't speak when their mouth is full". Well, you're not a good girl, are you?

"I'm close", he says. Good of him to warn you. Then he bangs your mouth on his cock, hard. Your nose is pressed on his belly, and you feel like his cock must be coming out the other side or something. He keeps you there, spasming.

"Damn. Not bad, slut. Well, get this shit off. I'll be ready soon enough and we need to prep you." He indicates the whole deal: bra, thong, dress, ripped yoga pants.

"Move, bitch. We don't have all night. Or maybe we do." he chuckles. You're not amused, but part of you wants to feel that big thing in you, if nothing else to compare with Brad. Impatient, he rips the fragile fabric of the tiny dress, and you're standing in front of him with ripped yoga pants, the sluttiest thong you can imagine and Alice's bra. Maybe he's even fucked her with that bra on... you don't know if it's exciting or the exact opposite, not anymore. He doesn't let you collect your thoughts, though, and rips the bra off. There are ways to unbuckle the things...

Your boobs perk up, and he rips what's left of the yoga pants down like oversized socks. You're almost naked, apart from a thong that begs people to fill you with cum. Wonderful, elegant and classy... if you're a Liverpool slut.