Kade was shaking. Not from fear but from the overwhelming pleasure and wickedness wrapped around every nerve in his body.
His cock was sore, red, leaking.
His tongue swollen from being used.
And Janelle? Oh, baby… she wasn't done.
She pulled Naya up from his face, grabbed Kade's hair, and growled into his mouth.
"Now listen, my dirty little cock. I want your face buried between my thighs. You're going to clean everything Naya left behind. And when you're done, Aster will ride you while I ride your face."
Mirabel giggled, dragging her wet fingers across Kade's lips.
"He's crying again," she said sweetly. "I love when they cry."
Aster climbed onto his lap, slow and teasing, grinding her slick pussy against his raw cock.
She moaned, fingers wrapped around his throat, her hips doing all the work.
"You're not allowed to touch me," she whispered. "Just feel. Just take it."
Behind him, Janelle sat on his face like royalty.
Her heat drowned him, her thighs clenching, smothering.
She rolled her hips with rhythm, fucking herself on his tongue while she tugged Aster's hair forward to kiss her.
Their moans overlapped.
And Naya?
She was licking his nipples, then scratching down his chest, leaving marks branding him.
"Good boys don't cum without permission," Naya whispered, her lips brushing his ear,
"Do you want to cum, toy?"
He nodded, muffled against Janelle.
"Then beg all of us."
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Kade broke.
Tears, moans, pleading.
They all gathered around him Mirabel straddled his thighs, licking his tears.
Janelle came on his face with a sharp cry.
Aster trembled, clenching around him until her whole body shook.
And then…
Naya grabbed his chin, spit in his mouth, and whispered:
"Cum, pretty thing.
Paint us."
And he did.
Hard.
Desperate.
Completely ruined.
"Our Perfect Little Plaything"
He was lying in a puddle of sweat and cum.
Bruised lips, shaky legs, used beyond recognition.
But they weren't cruel. Not anymore.
Mirabel kissed his forehead.
Janelle wrapped her arms around his waist and whispered softly.
"You did so well, baby. Such a perfect toy."
Naya fed him a strawberry.
Aster massaged his shoulders.
And then Janelle looked up with that evil little smirk…
"We're not done with you.
Tomorrow your turn to serve us with ropes."
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To be continued