An hour later the poses had cycled through everything he had decided to do to her.
On her back, legs folded to her ears—his cock driving down into her ass from above while Clara held her ankles and Priya gripped her hips and Yuna pressed her palm flat over Veronica's stomach feeling every thrust from outside.
Sideways, one leg lifted—Clara lying against her back, groping her breast, while Raven fucked her from in front at an angle that hit something that made Veronica's voice go completely silent for three full seconds before erupting.
Standing, pressed against the wall, his chest against her back, both of them reflected in the dark window—his cock buried in her ass from behind, his hands cupping her breasts from behind, her face slack and wet against the glass.
Every position extracted something different from her. A different angle on the same complete domination.
