With a devious grin, Austin pulled out of Lyssandra's quivering body and walked towards Valdris. She trembled under his hungry gaze, her eyes wide with horror and disbelief. He knelt before her, taking his time, running his hands up and down her lithe form, teasingly brushing over her smooth, pale flesh.
"Hello, little one," he purred, his voice a low rumble in the otherwise silent room. "It's time for you to join us, sweetheart." Valdris's expression hardened, but her body betrayed her, thrashing against the restraints as he trailed his fingers along her inner thigh.
"No!" she cried out, but there was a note of desperation in her voice, a hint of surrender. Austin grinned, knowing he held all the power here. "Mommy," he called over his shoulder, "come watch your daughter get fucked like the filthy little slut she is." Lyssandra crawled towards them, her movements slow and sensual, her eyes glazed with lust.
