She's a good little otter bitch

You hold Margot's hair and thrust your cock into her gasping mouth, pressing it deep, then fucking her face for a moment as she makes liquid gagging sounds, her eyes turned up to you in submission. You smile cruelly at her, listening to Rose whining excitedly through her gag, and push it deep, pressing against her throat. She works her jaws frantically, drool streaming from her lips and tears running down her cheeks. Suddenly she gives way, and you slide balls deep into her, your cock filling her throat as you grunt deeply.

She's shuddering, her eyes glazing in excited panic, making lewd wet noises as you hold her in place on your shaft, your heavy balls resting on her chin. You look down at her, seeing submission and adoration and terror in her eyes, and feeling her throat pulsing around your meat. You wait until her eyes roll up in her head before pulling out of her and letting go of her hair. Her head falls forward as she retches, saliva and phlegm spattering on the floor as you step back.

"Otters don't care about their bitches," you remind her coldly as he gasps for breath. "Not whether they live or die. They're just holes." You grab a length of rope from the floor then turn towards Rose who trembles on the couch, her ass in the air and her thighs spread as she offers her holes to you. Her eyes are wide and crazy, fixed on your cock which glistens with Margot's saliva, and she whines desperately through her gag as you position yourself behind her.

Her flowering cunt is flowing like a tap, her nectar literally running down her legs. The tight brown pucker of her asshole pulses invitingly, almost winking at you. The scent of her is of a woman in rut, a bitch in heat, an otter in estrus, and you know that she will welcome any violation of her body that you choose.