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2:49 PM. “Right,” Adrian said. 58 BPM. Looking at photo. At Chloe. 19. _UCLA_ sweatshirt. Smiling. Before December 22nd. “Right,” I said. “Eight,” Ivy said. Counting. Fingers. “We’re eight!” “Eight!” Isla said. Copying. _Thump._ And Reese. Stayed dead. And the _AFTER_ box. Stayed closed. And court. Stayed gone. And 7.

My own erection is a clear indication of my desire for her. I reach out, gently stroking my fingers over her chest and down to her breast, watching her nipples harden as if begging for my touch. “I went to see Dr. Akeso.” “You did?” she asks, gasping as run my thumb over her nipple. “Yes, she gave me an oil that we’re going to use to try and soften your scars so that this won’t hurt as much, or hopefully at all.” She bites her bottom lip as her head falls back. “Okay.”

Then snap. The net disintegrates into ash. Silence hits for half a second. Then— “She’s adapting!” another voice yells. I almost laugh. You have no idea. I turn, scanning for the next opening. But they’ve already adjusted. They don’t rush me this time. They circle. Slow. Careful. Waiting for a mistake. Smart. Too smart. Which means— “Josh,” I whisper under my breath. Because this feels like him. The precision. The timing.

Woody spoke to the phone. Over 200 miles away in Centralton, Theo felt a chill running up his spine, and his body turned cold. The bone-chilling cold enveloped him so quickly that he froze! "Did you think that you could rest easy just because I've cured your illness?" Woody's tone grew even icier. "If I could save your life, I could end it as well."

Zach sits on the bed, strokes my hair like I’m a pet. “Twenty-eight thousand dollars tonight,” he says softly. “That’s after the platform cut. You’re welcome.” I sniffle. “I hate you.” He taps the list on the mirror. Number eight is circled in red. “Tomorrow we film number eight. Get some sleep.” He walks out. I lie there, ass throbbing, feeling his cum slowly drip out, and already knowing my pussy is wet again just thinking about what tomorrow’s request says. I hate him. I hate that my body doesn’t.

》 《You want me to be rude to your friend? 《I want you to look like you’d rather be somewhere else.》 A pause, three dots. Then: 《I’d rather be somewhere else.》 I press my lips together and do not smile and type back: 《good. Act like it》 And put my phone face-down on the table. The game escalates. I laugh louder at Jason’s jokes and touch his shoulder when he speaks. Eli counters by leaning closer to Chloe, listening intently while she tells some story about her weekend. Our phones keep buzzing under the table.

Eighth: Marcus in my throat, so deep I can’t breathe. The clock never stops. They cycle faster than I can track. Every sixty seconds a new cock, new hole, new brutal rhythm. Cum is already pouring out of me, dripping off the table in thick strands, pooling on the floor. At the 8-minute mark I come so hard I squirt across the room, way too early. Jace grins, adds ten seconds. The beeps slow to seventy. My punishment begins. Now every interval is longer, deeper, meaner. They start adding toys between beeps:

Pressing inside like a secret. “Hold it,” Dorian said. Serena froze as it slid into her, warm and slow, followed by something else, two small beads pushed behind it. “Oh,” she whispered, hips jerking. Luca grinned. “She’s already close.” “No release,” Jace growled. “Now suck.” His cock was already hard, leaking at the tip as she opened wide, taking him in. Every movement of her mouth sent tremors through her core, the beads vibrating inside her, teasing her with each little movement.