He must think I’m scared of him; that’s not the case!
I’m only too excited and ruining everything every ti I try to open my mouth or move closer.
My heart hamrs so hard I can feel it in my throat, in my fingertips, in the pulse between my legs.
Every ti I lift one knee to crawl forward, it trembles and collapses back down. Every ti I part my lips to speak, the words dissolve into nothing more than a shaky breath.
I sit here frozen on the edge of the bed, skirt bunched around my hips, deep blue panties soaked through and clinging uncomfortably to my folds, and I hate myself—
"Hey, Benjamin! I’m horny again!" Roselyn had flown from nowhere and grabbed Benjamin’s dick, stroking it firmly as she licked his body like a pet who hadn’t seen its owner in months. "I’m not sure your sperm got into the right corners of my womb. Let’s make sure it did!"
And they started fucking again. And again. In different positions. In front of my eyes.
First she rode him facing away, with her back arched, braid swinging wildly, ass cheeks spreading wide with every downward drop until his thick cock disappeared completely inside her.
Wet slaps filled the air, her pussy lips clinging to him on every lift, fresh squirts zapping out around the base and running in shining trails down his balls.
Then Benjamin flipped her onto her back, with her legs hooked over his shoulders, hips lifted high so he could plunge straight down, each thrust making her breasts bounce and her moans turn into high, shattered cries.
Miss Isabelle joined soon after, straddling his face while Roselyn rode his cock, tongues eting above him in sloppy, open-mouthed kisses while their hips ground in perfect beats.
The sounds were endless; wet squelches, skin slapping skin, muffled moans vibrating through mouths and bodies, the mattress creaking under their combined weight.
Then Miss Isabelle eventually took center stage again; on her hands and knees while Benjamin knelt behind her, gripping her narrow waist and slamming forward so hard her small breasts swung forward with every impact.
Roselyn lay beneath them, licking Miss Isabelle’s clit from below while Benjamin’s balls slapped against her chin.
Intense sex unfolded raw before , and I sat on my weak, cowardly ass, watching like a shadow at the edge of the bed.
Eventually, Claire stood up.
She took Benjamin in her asshole, squealing like a bitch in heat.
She bent forward over the edge of the mattress; her ass high, hands braced on the sheets, while Benjamin stood behind her, guiding his slick cock to her tight rear entrance.
The head pressed against the puckered ring, stretching it slowly until it yielded with a soft pop.
Claire’s back arched sharply, mouth falling open in a long, trembling moan as inch after inch disappeared inside her.
Benjamin gripped her hips, his fingers pressing deep into soft flesh, and began thrusting, slow at first, letting her adjust, then faster, harder, until her small ass cheeks rippled with every impact.
Her pussy dripped untouched, clear arousal running in steady streams down her thighs, while her asshole clenched visibly around him on every withdrawal, pulling him back in deeper.
They all were enjoying ultra sex... while I only watched from the side.
This tornt on my psyche continued till our magic sun began to glow anew, signaling we were entering another day.
The orb’s light overhead shifted from dark, to silver-blue to warm golden, slow and gradual, like dawn creeping through leaves.
The chamber brightened, shadows retreating along the curved wooden walls, glowing veins pulsing brighter in response.
I had to grab onto the small hope that... that Benjamin would notice sitting here.
I widened my legs, with my skirt riding high, deep blue panties fully exposed, and took off the soaked cotton completely, letting it fall to the mattress beside .
My pussy was ready and dripping; outer lips parted, inner folds dark pink and glistening, clit throbbing visibly with every heartbeat.
I slid two fingers inside myself, curling upward against that sensitive front wall, thumb circling my clit in tight, frantic loops, masturbating openly in front of him while he fucked the other girls.
My moans were small, choked, barely audible over their cries, but I hoped, even prayed, he would hear, that he would turn, that he would see like this and want too.
But I only felt like an idiot who was trying too hard.
So I waited for my turn... but it never ca.
I was trembling, gripping the hem of my skirt so tightly my knuckles bleached white, fighting the urge to just cry and fly away.
Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes, hot and stinging, blurring the scene in front of , Benjamin’s hips snapping forward into Claire’s ass one last ti, Roselyn’s mouth on Miss Isabelle’s breast, her wings fluttering weakly as she rode Benjamin’s face again.
The air was thick with the scent of sweat, cum, and pussy juice—musky and sweet, and overwhelming.
My own pussy ached from the atmosphere, the walls fluttering uselessly around my fingers, clit swollen and sensitive... but... the pleasure felt so hollow and distant, like it belonged to soone else... An animal’s pleasure.
However, it was dawn now.
And all the girls were spent and had their breathing labored, bodies sprawled across the mattress in exhausted heaps, skin flushed and glistening, hair matted, chests rising and falling in slow, heavy pants.
And since Benjamin seed like he was still okay, his cock still hard, chest heaving but eyes clear, body steady, it was inevitable, right?
We’d fuck now, right?
"Hey, Benjamin... I don’t feel pregnant at all...!" At Roselyn’s voice, I could feel things cracking inside my head and soul. She lifted her head weakly from where she lay beside Miss Isabelle, golden eyes half-lidded and dazed. "Let’s fuck one more ti to make really, really sure it wor—huh? Clay, is everything alrigh—! Ahh!!"
CRASH!!
"Roselyn?!"
"Roselyn! A-Are you alright?!"
"...Clay! Why did you do that?!"
Benjamin, Miss Isabelle, and Claire all said respectively, gazing and glaring at ...
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