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She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

“That’s it, soak your brother’s cock. Milk me with that tight little-pussy. I’m going to keep you dripping every single day until you’re swollen with my child.” When the spasms finally slowed he pulled out, fisted his cock glistening with her juices, and painted her tits and belly with thick ropes of pre-cum, marking every inch of skin like territory. Then he reached under the pillow and produced the final collar. Black Italian leather, two-and-a-half inches wide, butter-soft lambskin on the inside, heavy brushed-silver O-ring at the front. A discreet engraved plate hidden against her throat would read: PROPERTY OF SAINT VALENTI – RETURN IF FOUND CUM-SOAKED.

I can almost feel tension leave his body at the sound of the click. “Your collar is now locked around your neck, and the only thing that can unlock it is the key I have around mine.” He reaches into his shirt and pulls a small key on a long platinum chain. I watch as he kisses it and puts it back under his shirt. “Now, kitten, it’s time for me to play with my prize.”

I wanted to see if I could make these two powerful men break under the weight of my own seduction. I pulled the dress from the back of the closet, a garment I had bought months ago but never had the heart to wear while Manuel was fading. It was a liquid fire red, covered in thousands of tiny, shimmering sequins that caught the light with every breath I took. The neckline plunged dangerously low, but the real statement was the back, it was entirely open down to the very top of my tailbone, held together by nothing but the grace of the silk. The slit on the right side spiraled up to my mid thigh, flashing pale skin with every step I took.

The moment the house grew dark and quiet, his cool presence surrounded me. “Evening, my sweet Helen. I have waited all day for this.” he whispered, his arms sliding around my waist from behind. I leaned back against his chest and held up the locket. “I found this today. It does not feel like something from my family. Did it belong to you?” He took the locket gently and opened it. His fingers traced the portrait inside. “It was my wife’s. She wore it every day of our marriage. After she died from a fever, I kept it close to my heart until the very end.”

“Talk if you want a taste of this.” “I know the components of the containers headed for the border, sir,” I ramble, breaking all the work ethics. Try sticking to work ethics when you are dripping wet, and all your body can think of is two delicious cocks in front of you. “I also know Mikhail Petrov, your father, isn’t dead.” “Good girl,” First Guy praises and pecks my lips. He turns to Thirst Trap, who’s also out of his pants and is stroking his full cock. “Untie her.”

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