His cock pressing at the ring of her ass — the passage that knew him before her pussy had, the first relationship of the two — and he pressed inward with the slow, pulling entry of a man who had been here many times and understood exactly what arriving felt like from the inside.
"MMNH~!! Oh—AAAHH~—"
Full depth.
He settled.
His hand on her hip.
"You both," he said, his voice carrying across both women, "will listen to me."
Jennifer, pressed from the front by the chain's architecture, Yuna against her from behind, Raven filling Yuna from behind — the arrangement of all three of them compressed into the shared space of the bed.
"We are listening," Jennifer said.
Her voice had developed a flatness that was not resignation — it was the flat, present voice of a woman who has been through enough in one night to have arrived at a kind of clarity on the other side of it.
He grabbed Yuna's hair.
Pulled.
Her head came back.
PAAAH!
"IAAAANGHH~!!"
The clit chain yanked.
