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And slammed inside her pussy from behind while Stefan moved up, kissing her neck, jerking himself off as he whispered, “He doesn’t make you come like I do.” Her response was a breathless cry, lost between them. They moved her like a doll—lifting her, folding her, splitting her open between them. When Matthew fucked her from behind, Stefan got under her and slid into her mouth. Elena was wrecked. Eyes blurred. Legs trembling. Drool on her chin. Her voice broke into fragments of “Please” and “Fuck” and “Too much”. She came again—violently. And still they didn’t stop. ---

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