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All my thoughts disintegrate as Steele squeezes the tube, and a cool liquid fills me up. He then uses his fingers to massage it into my flesh, eliciting a burn so stark a wave ripples through me, and I moan.

“Easy, sweetheart. Just breathe,” Steele says, and this time the head of the butt plug nudges the rings of my asshole.

I don’t know what to concentrate on more. The electrical singeing torment in my bottom hole, or the fact that I’m almost going to be wading through my juices if I get any more wet.

I can’t help the loud yelp when Steele’s plug gains complete access inside me. Oh god. Oh. Oh. Oh. I don’t dare move. I don’t dare—

I cry out in shock when Holt’s hand rains down on my ass with a thundering clap that awakens a new pathway to a lascivious hell for me.

He spanks me again and again, reddening my cheeks. And every time he does, the plug moves inside me, and more of my essence seeps from me.

I’m completely undone when I feel the heads of their cocks brush against my stinging red ass. The contact makes my clit sing, and I writhe against the bench without shame.

“When we paint your ass with our cum, you’re going to be our fucking masterpiece, Clementine.”

The harder they pump their cocks, the more desperate I am to be released so I can take them into my mouth and swallow every drop they give me, and the harder I press my clit into the bench.

The only sounds are their breathy, sexy grunts, voicing how beautiful I am, how they’re going to cover me with their cum and paint their names into my skin.

The only other sound is the squishing sound I make with the wetness of my pussy against the leather of the bench.

I don’t know who I am anymore, but the instant I feel the ribbons of their cum coat my ass, a violent, unstoppable climax rolls from me like a tsunami.

Feeling them tattoo their names with the heads of their cocks on me just makes my orgasm longer.

By the time they release me, I’m mad with want, and they feed me with such sexy brilliance I'm so satiated I sleep the whole day away.

Chapter Twelve

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Clementine

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Coitus bliss. Thoseare the only two words that matter. And I’m in it. Like, deep in it.

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