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Though, never having any privacy could have something to do with that as well.

Now…fuck. Alastair’s determined to strip me of my dignity under the guise of pleasure. Coming means that they have power over me. It means they have evidence that they can make my body sing to their tune, and that they fucking own me.

I don’t…fuck, nooo.

My body breaks apart as I scream, and warmth gushes out of my cunt to spray all over Alastair’s face.

“Mmm. A squirter,” Draven says, smirking as Alastair stands slowly, my release dripping off his face. “Come share.”

Ciaran holds me still as my heart slams within the confines of my ribs, forcing me to watch as Draven keeps the camera trained on me whilst he fists Alastair’s hair to pull him close for a filthy kiss.

“Fuck, they’re gorgeous together, aren’t they?” Ciaran groans in my ear. “I bet your cunt tastes sweet even though you’re such a shrew.”

Alastair and Draven lose their boxers, and I can’t fucking breathe. While Alastair’s cock is curved, Draven’s is thick with a piercing at the red, angry tip.

“I have a Jacob’s ladder,” Ciaran says. I can feel the heat of his body as he presses against me, and then his fingers are pushing their way into my mouth, effectively gagging me. “We went a little wild when we all turned eighteen over the summer.”

“She doesn’t need to know anything more about us,” Alastair cautions him, moving between my thighs. He catches my leg as I kick at him, and he barks out a laugh. In my admiration of the assholes, I didn’t notice until now that he released it.

I’m in such an awkward position on this bench, and it’s impossible to fight the three of them off.

“I think you need something to choke on while you’re fucked,” Alastair adds. “Ciaran? Want to do the honors?”

“I feel like my dick is going to be a sacrifice in this snaggle toothed bitch’s mouth,” he grumbles.

“That’s no way to talk to Moo.” Alastair grins, pumping his dick in his hand slowly.

Kneeling, he lines his dick up with my entrance, his hips thrusting to make my back bow.

“That’s it, baby,” Draven mutters, not realizing what he called me. His eyes and phone are trained on my pussy, while I struggle to follow anything they have to say.

Alastair’s cock is stretching my pussy as he sinks deeper inside of me. There’s a stinging sensation that simply seems to enhance my pleasure, and I wonder if this makes me broken.

Is this the only way I’ll be able to enjoy sex now? I don’t want to examine that too closely.

Ciaran’s fingers pull my hair pins from my hair, and the tinkling sound as they hit the ground seems overly loud.

“I need you to look more like a girl when I fuck your mouth,” he snarls. “I hate this braided crown you wear everywhere.”

I wouldn't have to wear it if there wasn’t a target on my back…

His fingers continue to gag me with his right hand as his thigh braces my upper back so I won’t fall. Alastair’s hands are also holding me up as he leans over me, driving his cock hard inside of me. There are so many different things happening, it’s hard to keep track as pleasure crawls up my spine and warmth pools in my stomach.

I’m fully aroused, and completely at their mercy with my arms pinned to my sides.

Ciaran fists my loosened braids, wrapping them tightly around his hand. The pinch keeps me from drifting, and his cock taps my lips as he forces me to awkwardly face it.

My neck is going to hurt later, but it appears I have bigger fish than that to fry.

Ciaran’s fingers in my mouth pry my lips wide open, and then his cock is invading the space as he moves his hand to grip my jaw. At some point, he ripped away the towel when I wasn’t paying attention.

“If you bite me, I’ll break your fucking neck,” he warns, snarling.

“Fuck you!” I scream, despite it being garbled.

Ciaran simply smirks.

“Talk dirty to me, Nope. I fucking⁠—”