CLICK, CLICK, ZIIIIIP. LIX.- LET'S GO WITH THE THIRD 👪

Angel doesn't remove the blindfolds from their eyes.

He smiles.

A: "You've been fucking each other with a dildo in the cunt and another in the ass for twenty minutes. Your mother-in-law has made you cum twice, Laura. And you her three times, Cristina."

Cristina starts sobbing. Laura remains silent.

A: "And now comes the best part."

Angel tightens the gags on the two of them again. He leaves the blindfolds on. He takes a long rope and ties them face to face this time, breast to breast, Cristina's nipples crushed against Laura's, their bellies stuck together, their cunts one against the other.

He puts the double dildo in their cunts again, but this time he ties their hips together with rope so they can't separate by even a centimeter. The dildo is buried to the hilt in both of them, with no space to move.

He takes the largest suction cups and puts them on both of their buttocks, four on each ass, pulling the skin upwards.

Then he takes a bucket of ice-cold water that he had prepared under the bed and pours it over both of them.

The muffled cry of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is simultaneous. Their bodies tense up, their cunts contract around the shared dildo, their skin becomes goosebumped.

Angel takes the whip and starts hitting the four bound and exposed buttocks, alternating between Laura's and Cristina's, while the dildo vibrates between the two pressed cunts with each lash.

Twenty lashes. Ten for each one.

When he stops, the two of them are trembling uncontrollably, tied to each other, soaked in ice-cold water, sweat, and tears, with a dildo buried between their cunts, suction cups on their buttocks, knowing exactly who the person is that they have stuck to their body.

Angel sits back down on the bed. He lights another cigarette and observes them trembling together on the floor.

A: "You'll do this often, but without blindfolds or ropes, and because I tell you to."

Now, lying down, he releases them and calls them to lick his feet and all over his body, and to share the urine that Angel is going to piss.

Angel takes a long drag on the cigarette and crushes the butt in the ashtray. He reclines on the bed, with his arms behind his head, his belly rising and falling with each breath. The gray hair on his chest shines with sweat.

A: "Come here, both of you. Crawl."

He removes the blindfolds but leaves the gags on. Laura and Cristina look at each other for an instant — an eternal second of absolute shame — before looking away. They have their bodies covered in marks, fluids, bruises.

The dildos are no longer inside, but their cunts and buttocks are still open, dilated, shiny.

They crawl across the wet floor to the bed. Laura on the left, Cristina on the right.

A: "The feet. Start with the feet."

He removes the gags for this. He needs their mouths ...