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Tres’s breaths come faster now; his control slipping.

His eyes darken as he watches me, his grip tightening in my hair. "Fuck… Indy…You're doing so well, Indy," he groans. "Taking it all like the good girl you are."

I increase my pace, feeling his body tense under my touch. The room is filled with the sounds of his ragged breathing and my movements. Jacoby and Kyler stand close, their gazes burning into me, adding fuel to the fire.

"Fuck, Indy," Tres growls, his voice rough with need. "I'm gonna go. Swallow it all."

His words send a shiver down my spine, and I brace myself for the inevitable. His release is sudden and powerful, filling my mouth. I swallow it all, just like he commanded, savoring the salty taste on my tongue.

Tres’s body relaxes as he leans back in the chair, eyes half-closed in bliss. I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth and rise to my feet, turning to face Jacoby.

"Your turn," I say, a mischievous smile playing on my lips.

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JACOBY

Watching Indy finish Tres off has me harder than i've ever been in my entire fucking life. The way she moves, the sounds she makes—damn near hypnotic. Tres leans back in the chair, already stroking himself again, like he can't get enough. I can relate.

"Jacoby," Indy calls, her voice like a velvet rope pulling me in. She lays back on the bed, legs spread wide, inviting. It's a sight that'll be etched in my mind forever.

I peel off my clothes, each piece feeling heavier than it should. "You sure you want me next?" I tease, trying to keep things light despite the fire burning in my veins.

"Quit stalling," she smirks, her eyes flicking down to my growing hardness. "Or I'll start without you."

Kyler's standing at the head of the bed, biting his hand like he’s trying to keep from losing it. Poor guy looks like he's about to combust.

"Don’t worry, Kyler," I say as I kick off my jeans. "You’ll get your turn."

He grunts but doesn’t say anything, his eyes glued to Indy. I step closer and she pulls me down, her hands cool against my heated skin.

“Ready?” she asks, her breath hot against my ear.

“Always,” I murmur back.

Indy’s body responds to me the moment I enter her. She arches her back, letting out a moan that sends a shiver down my spine.

"Fuck, Jacoby." She says as he eyes roll back in her head.

"I'm here baby, all for you." I tell her.

Tres watches us from the chair, eyes dark with intensity.

“Take good care of her,” Tres says, his voice low and commanding.

“It would be my pleasure,” I reply, my breath hitching as Indy clenches around me.

Her moans grow louder, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure. Tres smirks, his hand still working his own shaft. “You like his piercings, don't you baby?” he asks Indy, his voice dripping with amusement.

She nods frantically, unable to form words. I lift her leg over my shoulder, opening her up even more. Her cries echo off the walls, a mix of pleasure and desperation.

“Jacoby,” I hear Kyler’s strained voice. “She needs something more.”

I turn my head slightly and nod towards Indy. “She needs you.”

Kyler doesn’t need to be told twice. He bends down, capturing her lips in a heated kiss, swallowing her moans as he trails kisses down her neck. His hands roam over her body, caressing and teasing every inch of skin he can reach.

Tres groans from his chair, his eyes locked on us as he pumps himself harder. “Fuck, you three are something else.”

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