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Mark pulled his shirt off. ‘I’m not watching this one. I’m playing.’
They carried her to the sofa. Mark lay back and pulled Claire on top of him, sinking her down onto his cock, so familiar and so good she nearly wept. ‘Hold still,’ he whispered. ‘Tom. Her arse.’
Tom slicked his cock with lube from the drawer Mark had prepared earlier — of course he had — and pressed against her tight hole. Claire whimpered. Mark held her face and kissed her. ‘Breathe, love. Red if you need it.’
She didn’t need it. She pushed back, and Tom’s cock slid into her arse inch by burning inch until she was stuffed with two men at once, so full she could feel them rubbing against each other through her.
Then Jake knelt on the arm of the sofa and put his cock in her mouth.
Three of them. Every hole. They fucked her together, slow at first, then rough, the sofa creaking, her body bouncing helplessly between them. Mark kept murmuring ‘good girl, good girl’ while Tom spanked her arse red and Jake held her hair like a handle.
She came twice, the second one so hard she blacked out for a second and woke still being fucked, drool and cum on her chin.
Jake pulled out and finished across her tits. Tom groaned and filled her arse. Mark held her hips down, still hard inside her, and grinned.
‘Now,’ he said, ‘there’s one more friend who missed poker tonight. And he’s just texted to say he’s outside.’
What happens next? More paths are coming soon.