Chapter 2: The Guests Arrive
Love greeted their guests wearing nothing but a pair of bright yellow elbow-length gloves, red high heels, and a wicked smile. Her heavy tits swayed freely, nipples already hard with anticipation.
"Thanks for coming to Dexter's birthday today!" she chirped cheerfully to the two towering black men standing in their living room.
Hank was first—a massive, bearded alpha with rippling muscles, a thick chest, and a cock that hung like a third leg even when soft. Beside him stood Marcus, slightly leaner but even longer, with a smooth dark chest and a confident smirk.
Dexter stood awkwardly in the corner, wearing only his white frilly apron, the chastity cage visibly bulging (or rather, not bulging) underneath, and his ridiculous sunglasses. In his hands he held a small pink birthday cake with a single candle.
"Love… I think inviting Hank again is too much," Dexter muttered, voice trembling. "He's… he's too old for you? Wait, no—that's not what I meant—"
"Shut your mouth and wipe my ass later if you're good," Love snapped playfully, but her eyes were already devouring the two bulls.
Hank laughed deeply, his voice rumbling. "Time to open my gift, baby."