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‘Both of you,’ Mark said. ‘Right there on the table.’
Tom dropped his jeans first and pushed into her from behind, slow and thick, filling her until she moaned into the felt. Jake walked round the table, gripped her hair and fed his cock into her mouth. Claire was spit-roasted across a poker table in her own dining room, chips digging into her tits, and she had never been wetter.
They found a rhythm. Every time Tom thrust, it shoved her forward onto Jake’s cock, and every time Jake pulled back she was pushed onto Tom’s. Wet slapping, her muffled gagging, the clatter of falling cards.
Mark stood at the head of the table, filming on his phone. ‘Look at the camera, love. Look how much of a slut you are for me.’ She looked up, mascara running, mouth stuffed, and moaned around Jake’s shaft.
Tom reached under her and rubbed her clit in hard circles. She came screaming around Jake’s cock, pussy spasming, legs shaking off the floor.
‘Swap,’ Mark ordered. They switched ends. She tasted herself on Tom’s cock while Jake slammed into her sloppy pussy so hard the table legs shrieked. Then Tom spat on his thumb and pressed it against her arse.
Claire froze. Mark knelt by her face and stroked her cheek. ‘Your arse, darling. Never been touched by anyone but me. Do they get it tonight?’
Tom’s thumb pushed in to the first knuckle. Claire opened her mouth to answer.
What happens next? More paths are coming soon.