Anne's latex-clad body bounced violently as the old man beneath her suddenly yanked the thin crotch panel aside and drove his thick cock straight into her pussy. Her eyes flew wide with shock.

"Stop! This wasn't part of the deal!" she shouted, voice cracking as she tried to push off his lap. Her palms slapped against his chest, but the old man's bony fingers dug into her hips and slammed her back down onto his shaft. "You said just grinding—no fucking!"

He only grunted, thrusting upward with surprising strength for his age. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the private booth as he forced every inch inside her. Anne's latex outfit creaked and stretched, the shiny material riding up her ass while his cock stretched her open.

"Shut up and take it," he snarled, one wrinkled hand reaching up to squeeze her breast through the corset. "Your blackmail photos are mine now. I fuck what I want."

Anne's angry protests dissolved into gasps as he pounded into her without mercy. The other two men watched with leering grins, one already unzipping his pants while the old man's cock continued to violate her against every rule they'd set.