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Wreck me,Zack(II)

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The director’s voice rang out again: “Reset for take two, everyone. Same setup, but this time we’re leaning harder into power play. Amp up the intimacy, make it raw. Start with oral—girls on guys first, then we’ll bring in the restraints and toys. Keep it consensual, keep it sweet underneath the edge.”

Zack rolled his shoulders, catching Sam’s eye with a slow, knowing grin. She winked, crawling toward him on her knees, the subtle shift in her posture already playful and submissive. “Round two already? Think you can handle me being a little bratty this time?” she teased, settling between his thighs. Zack’s fingers threaded gently but firmly into her hair, guiding her closer. “Try me, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

Sam’s tongue traced a lazy circle around his tip, teasing until he hissed. “Mmm, still taste us from before,” she murmured, then took him deeper, slow and deliberate. Her eyes flicked up, holding his gaze as she hollowed her cheeks.

Beside them, Ariana knelt in front of Max, hand
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