"You two ready?" Riley's voice was low, rough, edged with dark amusement.
Ivy bit her bottom lip, eyes flicking down to his glistening length, then back up. "We are, master."
Grace nodded quickly, cheeks scarlet. "Please."
He crooked a finger. "Then come here."
They crawled forward on hands and knees, obedient and trembling.
Riley caught Ivy first, dragging her up by the hips and flipping her onto her back beside Sarah's wrecked form.
He spread her thighs wide, exposing her—pink, glistening, completely untouched.
Her breath hitched when the cool air kissed her.
"Fuck, look at you," he growled, dragging the swollen head of his cock through her folds, coating himself in her wetness.
"Soaking already and I haven't even started."
Ivy whimpered, hips jerking. "Master… please…"
He pressed in slow—agonizingly slow—watching her face the whole time.
Her lips parted on a sharp gasp as the thick head breached her, stretching her virgin walls inch by torturous inch.
