Page 78 of Vegas Daddies

I turn around so I’m facing the wall. Press my cheek to the tiles.

Then I’m sticking out my ass. Arching my back.

I receive a spank from two of them. I can’t tell which, but the force induces another wave of desire. It’s definitely arousal dripping down from the apex of my thighs.

“Good girl,” moans Lifesaver. “Brander is gonna put it in you, okay?”

I nod.

Match spreads my cheeks as Brander gets ready to insert.

I watch the eye candy unfold behind me—Brander’s concentration, Match’s flustered face, and Lifesaver’s hands stroking up and down his dick as he watches.

One of them reaches forward to grab my mound.

“Good girl, Alice,” Lifesaver says. Lust swirls around both of his eyes.

The plug feels foreign when it first enters, but it doesn’t hurt.

“You’re doing amazing, darling. Just a little bit more and then we’re done,” Brander says.

I feel myself slowly start to stretch around it.

“Perfect,” says Match, helping me back up. “How does it feel?”

“Good,” I say. “But I think I’d prefer one of your dicks in there more.”

“Patience, darling.” Brander bends me over, my face pressed to the tiled wall again, then kneels and kisses my pussy like it’s a second pair of lips.

I moan.

Feel myself slipping.

Lifesaver and Match catch me.

“Who do you want first, darling?” Lifesaver asks.

Time doesn’t exist to me. The Bratva. Daddy.

I used to think the meaning of life was to work hard and do well. But now I know otherwise. The real meaning is happiness, enjoyment, and world-shattering orgasms that warp your perception of reality.

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LIFESAVER

The sightof her is something that should be studied.

I’d happily do a doctorate.

Brander takes a turn first inside of her, while Match and I hold her to stop her from collapsing.

She screams when he first enters her, wetness dripping out from her slit. I mop some of it up with my fingers. Shut my eyes and lick it off. I’ve never popped pills, injected drugs into me, or snorted weird white substances offered to me in bags by drunks on the street, but tasting Alice, I finally get it. I could bottle up her wetness and sip it every night before bed to help me sleep, as psychotic as it sounds. Of course Iwon’tbe doing that, but I won’t need to when she’s right beside me in bed.

“BRANDER!” She arches her back as she comes.

When he moves aside, Match and I prepare to step her out of the shower, but her feet grip the floor, hands fighting to stay pressed against the tiles.

“You two haven’t fucked me yet.”

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