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I'm actually wet.

I can't believe—-

"Have I mentioned, my dove, that I intend to cut one of Mickey's fingers if he fails to cum within the given time?"

I cry out while Mickey just cries...even when his member is still hard within the circle of my fingers.

"Eight minutes..."

God.

Oh God.

Forgive me.

I squeeze and I rub and I stroke. I do it again and again, faster and faster, harder and harder—-

"Five minutes."

Mickey's terror grows, and so does mine...even as I can feel myself also getting wetter.

"Four minutes."

This, I think dazedly, is completely fucked up.

"It seems you two need a little help..."

I look at Raaf in shock.

Does this mean he'll also give Mickey a—-

Raaf, in the act of bending down, catches me staring at him, and I feel rather sheepish when I see his eyes flash in exasperation.

Oops.

I was obviously wrong in thinking he planned to help me with pleasuring Mickey, but if that wasn't the case, then—-

A snapping sound makes me look down, and I'm startled to see Raaf has released my ankles from its restraints. Why would he—-

OH. MY. GOD.

Raaf is now seated under me, and the place between my legs throbs wildly at hearing him unzip himself. I finally understand what he's planning, and oh, when it finally happens—-

He slides under me.

Thrusts inside of me.

All in one go.

And the exquisite suddenness of it makes my fingers tighten around Mickey's heavily swollen member—-

Oh, oh, oh!

Raaf doesn't even give me time to breathe. His thrusts are savage, just so, so savage that they throw me forward, and I end up holding on to Mickey for balance, my breasts mashed against his member. I hear the boy cry out as my fingers tighten around him involuntarily, and when I look up, startled—-

That's when I see the look of pain and pleasure on his face, and it's exactly as my Raaf says. Mickey is hurting and enjoying himself at the same time, and God, God, oh God, how unforgivably dirty must I be that the sight actually makes me cry out—-

And I find myself doing such shameless, shameless things—-

I'm squeezing Mickey's balls as I stroke his member like it's a thing I just want to grow and grow and grow. I'm rubbing my breasts against Mickey's crotch while my inner muscles tighten around my Raaf's member. I want them to feel good, oh God, and when I hear both boy and man groan, that place between my leg starts tingling uncontrollably—-

"Raaaaaaf."

And it seems as if he understands exactly what I'm moaning his name for, with his hand already snaking down my body until he finds that secret little place—-

OH. GOD.

He starts rubbing hard on my clit, and I cry out, my hips grinding down on his length while I squeeze Mickey's throbbing member, and I do both at the same time really, really hard—-

OH MY GOD.

We all start losing our minds, with my cries blending with Mickey's gasps and Raaf's growls while the sound of Raaf's member shoving in and out of me mingles with the wet strokes of my fingers around Mickey's length.

The boy is the first one to cum, and I'm not sure why I didn't think this would happen, but I didn't, and so I am stunned when Mickey ends up shooting his cum all over my breasts, and a moment later, it's Raaf filling my core with his own hot, thick seed—-

Two, oh God.

I have cum of two different men on and in my body, and the thought leads to the most powerful orgasm, my body jerking over and over, and the pleasure is just too much that I find myself passing out.

The Real Killer

His Sara collapsed against him as the last ripple of her pleasure faded, her arms falling against her sides as her fingers uncurled from the boy's dick.

Mickey, catching the hard look Raaf shot in his direction, did not waste time making himself scarce. He shoved his dick back into his jeans as he turned away, and he could only bite back a groan as his ribs made a painful protest at his haste to leave the room. He would probably require medical attention after this, but since he had thought his life was over for sure, a hospital stay did not sound bad at all.

And besides...

The girl who had just given him a hand job was a dream. He would probably jack himself to memories of her fingers wrapped around his dick his entire life. He might never see her again after tonight, but at least he could always see her in his dreams.

Raaf brushed a kiss on the top of Sara's head, and long moments passed before he heard her breathing change, and she finally started to stir. The monster in him had devoured the sight of his Sara passing out at the sheer strength of her orgasm, but the man in him was now concerned he had pushed her too far.


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