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I say and take the glass from him, avoiding touching his fingers. “So, I heard we are all leaving for Bristol tomorrow?” Toby starts the conversation according to our plan. “We?” Theo asks in confusion. “Yes. Are you forgetting Mr. Anderson? I am one of your investors. I would help Izzy here to select art works for your new project. Right, Izzy?” Toby asks. “Yes. Toby is a wonderful artist. The portrait over there, he made it.” I say, and Olivia’s face softens a bit. “It looks great.” Theo says, as if confessing a sin.

"So what is this suggestion you speak of?" Amy tugged on her left earlobe as fear gripped her. She was visibly trembling. Apparently, tugging on her left earlobe calms her down when 'Jack anxiety' hits her. A name she coiled from the abuses and the moment she felt fear because of him. "I....i....i....did the test and everything that they asked of me" she stuttered. "And?..." he motioned his hands in a way that meant 'speak up'. Adjusting her dress which was already in place, and certainly didn't need to be adjusted, she continued in croaky voice. "He suggested we consider an IVF".

Toby looks back and forth between them, then steps forward. His green eyes are glassy, the muscles in his neck tight. His cock is so hard it looks painful. He licks his lips and says, with the slightest quiver in his voice, “So… my turn?” He’s trying to play it cool, but the excitement is written all over him. I lean forward and give his cock a slow stroke. “Your turn,” I whisper.

“W-wait,” But Tobias, wasn’t listening. He was a man possessed, and the only thing on his mind was pleasuring her, making her scream his name and seeing her body writhe underneath his. He wanted to claim her. To mark her. He wanted everyone to know, who she belonged to. “T-toby-“ A gasp escaped her lips and her body jolted, her walls clenching around his member and her climax crashing into her, making her see stars for the fifth time that same night.

Toby tucked himself back into his pants casually, like he hadn’t just fucked my best friend in front of me. Micah groaned softly and stood up on shaky legs. “Fuck, I need water. Be right back.” He padded toward the kitchen, still naked from the waist down. The second he disappeared, Toby turned that predatory gaze on me fully. He stepped closer, towering over the armchair, close enough that I could smell sex and sweat on him. “Enjoy the show, kitten?” he murmured, voice low and rough. “You look like you’re about two seconds from touching yourself. Those pretty nipples are still hard as fuck. Bet that virgin pussy is soaked from watching me wreck your best friend’s hole.”

I hit a massive climax within three minutes, my legs locking around his head. "AH-AH-AH-AHHHH!" Grrrrrrrr! The alarm. "Time," I gasped, breathless and weak, shoving his sweaty chest away. "Step back. Toby. Your turn." Student 5: Toby Toby was the youngest-looking boy, with a face full of freckles. But his cock was a surprise—it was dark, heavy, and extremely vein-y. He looked terrified as he climbed over me, his hands shaking as he touched my waist.