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Before she can move, I grab the front of her dress with both of my hands, ripping it down the middle, exposing her tits. Her nipples are peaked, hard and begging to be played with. She lets out a slight whimper when I deny her a kiss and pull my fingers away from her cunt. I can’t give hertoo muchpleasure. The bitch doesn’t deserve it.

Emily’s entire body is off balance as she stumbles to the floor, getting on her knees for my monster. He’s hard and his eyes are glued to me as she wraps her fingers around the base of his dick, circling her entire mouth over it. I lace my fingers through her hair, taking an entire fistful as I begin moving her head for her, forcing her to bob up and down.

“No teeth,” I remind her sharply when Rhett jerks, looking at me with a panic in his eye.

She moans around him, letting her saliva fall all around his cock. The way he slides easily down her throat tells me this isn’t her first rodeo, but it’ll be her last. One of her hands goes to her pussy, trying to draw the pleasure out of her clit, but I stop her, pulling her arm behind her back and pinning it there.

“Only good girls get to come, Emily,” I spit, momentarily losing control. “And you’ve been very naughty.”

The degradation makes her wetter, and she pushes her ass out for me. I drop to the floor behind her while she sucks downRhett. I pull her bright pink thong down, exposing her wet pussy. She’s soaked.

“Such a greedy little pussy,” I say, spreading her wide while I get a good view of her. “So fucking hungry for his cock.”

She cries out when I bring my hand down on her ass, spanking her as hard as I can. Her skin erupts with a loud clack when I make contact, leaving a bright red imprint where my hand was. Watching her wince in pain makes me wet, so I do it again, just as hard as the first time.

Rhett’s eyes are still glued to me, not wandering to the slut wetting his cock.

“Do you want to sit on his cock?” I ask Emily, forcing her head all the way down before letting her up for air.

She gasps, sticky saliva beading across her mouth. “Yes.”

I push her down again, making her take him down her throat and cutting off her airway. I hold her there for a moment before letting her back up.

“Yes, what?” I ask impatiently.

“Yes,please,” she whimpers, pushing her bottom lip out.

I let her up, steadying her as she climbs onto Rhett’s lap, straddling him. He’s looking at me like I’m crazy, and I can’t blame him. He still has no idea what I’m doing.

She plants both of her hands on his shoulders, waiting for one of us to line him up against her. I oblige, taking his cock in my hand and stroking him a few times to make sure he’s hard enough for her. He groans, letting his head fall back as I work him, which urges me to give him a few extra strokes. The veins in his cock strain against my palm, pulsing with need.

Silently mouthing to him, I give him a warning. “No touching.” And then I line him up against her, telling her, “Ease yourself down on him.”

She does, and he easily sinks all the way inside her. She’s so fucking needy for him it makes me sick. There’s nothing shewanted more than to sit on my man’s cock, taking what isn’t hers.

I stand behind her as she begins bouncing up and down on his cock, crying out pleasure-filled moans. Her posture is poor as she rides him, so I pull her shoulders back, forcing her to fix it. Wetting my fingers with my tongue, I reach around her, taking her budded nipple between them. I rub it lightly, then pinch it in a back and forth movement, drawing out a gasp when it gets painful.

The pleasure and pain mix, and she’s already on the verge of an orgasm. As she gets closer, her body moves faster, more frantically. She’s bobbing up and down as quickly as her intoxicated limbs will let her, and her moans are getting louder.

“Fuck, yes!” she cries out, rocking her hips.

Rhett keeps his hands off her, leaving them at his sides, but she doesn’t notice. She’s too lost in taking what’s mine.

“Yes, that’s it,” I encourage her, driving her to her orgasm.

She starts screaming as her orgasm teeters on the edge of beginning. “Fuck, yes, Rhett! Just like that!”

Her head falls back and her rhythm changes, telling me her orgasm is beginning.

I reach for the empty wine glass on the coffee table behind me, hitting it on the wood, shattering it. I turn back around, lunging for her throat, using the broken glass to cut through her flesh as she ride’s Rhett’s cock.

Blood instantly sprays from her neck, coating Rhett in a thick layer of crimson. She chokes, reaching for her neck, but the damage is already done. Rhett pushes him off of her, and pounces for me. Emily slouches on the couch, rolling to her side as she begins to bleed out. I cut her deep enough to kill her, but she’ll bleed out slowly enough to watch me claim what’s mine.

Rhett is on me, twisting us around so that I’m on my knees, bent over the couch. Emily is facing us, wide eyed and scared.Her breaths sound gargled as she gasps for air, slowly bleeding out.

“That was so fucking hot,” Rhett growls as he slams into me from behind, gripping my hips firmly.

I cry out, watching Emily die as Rhett plows into me. He’s fucking me so hard I’m already seeing stars, barreling toward an orgasm. Reaching down for my clit, I swirl my fingers around it, pushing myself over the edge. I meet his thrusts by pushing back against him.

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