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“Dami…” I stutter out, only to be cut off before the words can fully leave my mouth. “Wrong. Very wrong. Try that shit again.”

The right answer rushes through my mind like a quick migraine.

“Big Daddy,” I sing, submissively.

“Again.” He squeezes a bit tighter, saving just enough room for me to still breathe.

“Big Daddy,” floats out in a sensual whisper, “Big Daddy.”

“That’s more like it,” he proclaims, kissing my forehead before loosening his grip, “Good Girl. Follow the rules.”

Pleased, he heads back to the bed, joining his deviously smiling wife. She enjoyed that as much as me. If only she were the one choking me while he eats me from all sides. My finger finds my hole again while Damien fills hers with his tongue. She’s barely capable of vocalizing her satisfaction, releasing heavy breaths as his face is buried between her legs. It’s only a tease before the handcuffs come back out to play. Fully in control, Damien positions her cuffed hands above her head, turning her into his prisoner of pleasure.

“The safe word is Midnight,” he states, cutting his eye to me.

“I won’t need it,” she responds in defiance, “Now tear this pussy up, Big Daddy.”

I’m so deep in myself, my G-Spot’s thanking me with endless vibrations. How does she do this every night without wanting to kill every bitch in the world to stop them from ever looking at him? Hell, the only thing stopping me from joining in is their previous warning. Follow the rules or get in trouble. I’ve already been warned once. So, I’ll be good. For now. As badly as I want to do otherwise.

Staying seated benefits me. Damien has Morgan’s coochie in his mouth like he’s been dreaming of it. Eating her nice and patiently. She gasps between every lick, using the mattress as her yoga mat. All she can do is enjoy it. Her hands are restrained, and Damien has her in position to do nothing but cum. Repeatedly.

“Fuucck!!” she cries, all squirmy like a worm during a rainstorm, “Eat that pussy, baby. Right there. Right there.”

Big Daddy keeps going, circling his face around her entire coochie like he’s using it to moisturize himself. Morgan’s back curves in response, guiding his mouth with slow gyrations from the bottom. She looks almost like a belly dancer. Firm and limber.

“How does it taste, baby?” She questions, voice flowing with passion. My finger isn’t working anymore. It’s time for the rose.

“Amazing like you,” he answers back, trailing his tongue right around her sweet spot.

“I wanna taste myself.”

Damien’s head raises, cheeks swollen like he’s holding onto fluid. Morgan waits for him to hover over her before opening her mouth. He drips spit onto her tongue in a thin line for her to catch and collect. Their lips meet right after. The rose is on low and humming a heavy vibration. I have to take my time with this. I need it to last. They're all over each other like horny teens, sucking each other’s faces uncontrollably.

“Wait, Big Daddy. Give her some too,” I hear Morgan say, accelerating my heartbeat in an instant. He illustrates the smirk of a sinner, lifting his body away from her. I’m nothing but Jell-O, tingling all over. Damien’s next to me between three blinks, eye fucking me until I feel like a heatstroke is coming. One touch has me on cloud nine. The first kiss across the side of my neck sends me to ten.

I can smell her on his beard. And his lips. It’s beyond intoxicating. Sending my mind to a world where crime doesn’t exist and money rains from the sky every Sunday. Damien takes my hand, trapping my fingers between his. He takes the rose, looking down at the low level in shame.

There’s nothing but sin resting in his eyes. “Not good enough.”

He adjusts the rose’s volume from one to three. Without warning, he places his right hand on the back of my neck, directing me forward. Damien then gives me exactly what Morgan got. Kissing me as if it were his major in college. Our lips unify, first in a peck and then full on tongue wrestling. Now I can even taste her. Bold and sweet, just like her lips. My soul is already on fire when he takes it one step further.

“You’re beautiful.”

Peck.

“You’re amazing.”

Pecks.

“You deserved to be fucked good and treated just like this.”

Tongue kiss.

“You’re really going to enjoy what’s next.”

The rose is applied to my clit, sending my body to another universe. He kisses me in between with those large lips, leaving them right over my mouth while talking me through it. Despite his strength, he’s still so careful and protective with applying the right amount of pressure.

“It’s okay. You can cum now,” he reveals, pushing his rose-filled hand further into me, “Let it all out for Big Daddy.”