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Wet sounds of fucking rose, adding to Jenny’s moans and pants. Sweat broke out on her face, her thighs trembling from working so hard to please me.

“Fuuuuuuck, Jenny.”

She whimpered.

“His balls are drawn up tight—he’s gonna fucking bust a nut deep inside your cunt, baby,” I rasped out and grunted like I grabbed my junk through my jeans. “Yeah. Keep going…just like that.”

She rocked him so hard, the bed thumped against the outside wall.

I kept up with my spewed bullshit, praying Devon would be able to climax in his comatose, little blue-pill encouraged state. Part of the plan included proof of them having sex—

“Oh fuck!” Jenny shrieked. “He’s coming…why isn’t he making any noise?”

Sure enough, Devon’s lower half involuntarily twitched beneath her, and she kept going, milking his balls. Desperate whore definitely wanted my dick.

She slowed, gasping for breath.

I lifted her by her arms, and she half-stumbled over to the other bed where I set her down.

“You did so good. Christ, what a show.” I smoothed her arms a bit and cut the zip ties free. “But now it’s our turn. Lay back for me, Jenny. Let me have my way with you.”

Still sucking in oxygen, she did as told, and I retied her arms to the headboard.

She rubbed her hips on the mattress, chasing what she expected to get, something she would never have from me even if my cock did throb inside my jeans.

“Naughty little captive.” I made a tsking noise, running my gloved hand down her thigh. “Guess I’m going to have to tie you up tight, huh?”

She moaned her agreement, and I bit my tongue to keep from laughing.

Once more spread eagle, unable to move, Jenny lay waiting.

For my revenge.

Grimacing, I picked up her panties off the floor. Kinkier and more in line for the scene than say a towel from the bathroom.

“Going to gag my pretty captive,” I told Jenny, readying a piece of rope to tie it in place.

“What?”

“Can’t have you screaming my name too loud and waking the neighbors,” I whispered, gently prying her lips open. “Let me put this in your mouth, and when we’re done, maybe I’ll give you something more against your tongue.”

She dropped open her jaw like she was hungry for it.

“That’s my sweet girl,” I cooed, gently putting her balled up panties in her mouth. “Okay?”

“Mmm.” She nodded and shifted.

I wrapped the cord around her head, tight enough to keep the gag in place, and stepped back to eye the two fuckers in the hotel room with me. One panting and trembling for dick, the other’s shaft glistening and limp between his lax thighs.

Both at my mercy.

I hefted Devon into my arms and carried him over to Jenny’s bed.

She jerked on the mattress as I sprawled Devon’s dead weight atop her, muffled noises escaping around her gag. Thrashing, she tried to holler while I arranged his body between her thighs, his chest against her belly.

I climbed atop them on my knees, lifting Devon’s hands in my gloved ones to Jenny’s neck.

She stilled and garbled an inquiry I couldn’t make out.

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