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Mara“Babe, what’s going on?” Dre asked Clara, then turned to me with a confused frown. “What were you saying about my wife?”I stood there mute, like someone had hit pause on my brain. Clara—my twin—was Dre’s wife. The same Dre who fucked me in the elevator, in his garage, while his wife was probably somewhere in that mansion. Marcus had been fucking Clara in his office, put her in a contract like mine, humiliated her at the club. Dre had kissed Marcus like they’d done a lot more. It all crashed over me at once. I closed my eyes tight, hoping I’d wake up from this fever dream. When I opened them, they were all still staring at me. Same hallway. Same mess.“Clara is your wife?” I finally managed, voice shaky. “And Marcus… you’ve been with both of us?”Dre rubbed the back of his neck. “Clara and I have an open marriage. Four years now. We love to explore. We knew about Marcus and you. We just didn’t know you two were twins. That part… nobody knew that.”“Except Marcus.” I rolled my

ReynaZane’s fingers were buried knuckle-deep in my pussy and I was biting my lip so hard, trying not to moan like a whore while my fiancé’s best friend finger-fucked me.Damon is gonna lose his mind when he sees this,” Zane said, kissing the side of the box where my pussy was after making me squirt. Yeah. He was supposed to be the one sliding into me. Not… you.Nash laughed, low and rough, the sound of someone already half-drunk and happy about it. “Bro, look at this shit. Damon really went all out for his last night. He really outdid himself with this bachelor party gift. Look how greedy her hole is. She’s sucking my fingers in.”Cade whistled softly. “Man, I thought the stripper was coming to the suite downstairs. This is next level. Who the hell set this up?”Jade!Fucking Jade!!I squeezed my eyes shut. My hips rocked forward anyway, chasing the stretch. Nash laughed somewhere in front of me. Cade stepped closer, stroking his fat cock. “That mouth looks even better. Open up, s

ReynaMy own father had his face buried between my legs, licking another man’s cum out of my pussy like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted, and I was coming apart so hard I couldn’t even scream.“Damn, I’m hungry,” my father said in that low, familiar voice. He dropped to his knees and spread my ass cheeks wide. “This pretty little hole looks like it needs cleaning.”His warm tongue dragged slowly from my clit all the way up, scooping thick globs of cum that had been dripping out of me for the last two hours. I bit my lip hard, but a broken moan escaped anyway.“Fuck, taste that,” he groaned against my pussy with lust. “All those young boys filled you up so good, but Daddy’s cleaning every drop. Such a sweet, creamy little cunt.”One of the guys watching laughed. “Eat her up, Senator. She’s been leaking like a broken faucet.”He buried his tongue deeper, sucking noisily, swirling around my clit before pushing it straight into my sore hole. “Mmm, you’re clenching on my tongue,

Reyna I woke up alone in the half-built box with feelings of cum still drying on my thighs and the taste of 12 men’s cum on my tongue. My cheek stuck to cardboard. My heart slammed against my ribs like it was trying to punch its way out. The box. The glory holes. All those hands and cocks and voices. But it was all a dream because the room was dead quiet now. No grunts, no laughter, no man yelling at me to hold still. Just me, breathing hard inside half-built walls that smelled like fresh tape and hotel carpet.I pushed the top panel up with shaky hands. “What the hell just happened?” I whispered to the empty suite. My voice sounded small and raw.The box sat in the middle of the floor exactly as I remembered it before I slept off…half-finished, glory holes cut clean, red ribbon bows still tied around my tits.I climbed out slowly, legs wobbly, pussy sore and swollen, and stood in the middle of Room 412. Cool air hit my bare skin. I was still in nothing but my soaked thong, nipples

Reyna I stood in that cramped bathroom with my phone steady, recording through the door gap, and realized the woman I’d trusted most in the world was about to get exactly what she’d planned for me. My best friend. My maid of honor. The one who helped me pick out wedding flowers. And here she was, trying to play innocent while the room filled with men who thought they’d come to ruin me. “Damon, wait,” Jade said, voice shaky as he pushed her toward the bed. “This isn’t how we planned it. The box is supposed to be for Reyna. Something’s off.” Damon laughed, already unzipping his pants, drunk and sloppy. “Shut up and bend over, babe. I’ve been hard thinking about this all night. Reyna’s in the box like a good little gift. Now give me that pussy I’ve been missing.” I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. Zane was still on his knees behind me, but I kept the phone level. “You hear that?” I whispered down to him. “That’s my fiancé. Telling her exactly what he wants while I’m supposed