Modern Day Sins Update - Mad Fuckers: Reverse Psychology

Whitney Wright drags Isiah Maxwell through the door of her office, orders him into the chair like a guy waiting for bad news. Door clicks. She pounces. They mash tongues, swap spit, grope anything they can grab. They’re panting about missing each other, admitting this fuck is wrong, unethical, stupid—but they’re doing it anyway. Between moans, Whitney prods him: say she’s the only woman for him, that he’s stayed clean, hasn’t touched anybody else. He moans it out on cue. Whitney smirks, breaks the kiss, whistles. Two more shrinks walk in—Liv Revamped and Christy Love—and Isiah’s face drains because he’s been feeding the same sweet-lie dick to them too. All three women glare. Isiah scrambles, swears he’ll do anything. Liv tells him to kneel, strip their panties with his teeth. He does. Whitney steps out of her own, slings them in his face, orders the shirt off. They take turns smothering him, grinding pussies on his mouth till they’re shiny and dripping. They drop to their knees together, share his cock—hands stroking, tongues sliding from balls to head, spitting on him so every next mouth slides easier. Somebody climbs on first; they rotate, bouncing hard, calling his rhythm lazy, daring him to juggle three holes like he juggled three lies. He fucks them in a line, sliding cock from cunt to cunt every minute, nervous, sweating, but desperate not to lose any of them. They keep taunting. He keeps trying.