"Eat my pussy handsome. Show Dennis your usefulness. Or we might have to keep Piper to ourselves."

John look from Piper tear-filled but blissful face to Nina authoritative stance. He leans in, his hands trembling as he reached to push aside the lacy fabric of Nina's lingerie. He is doing this. The scent of her, musky and powerful, filled his senses, a stark contrast to the faint, sweet aroma he associated with Piper. There was ****. Not really.

He parted her lips with his tongue, hesitant at first, then with a **** need to prove the one sliver of usefulness he had left. He could hear Dennis's low grunts behind him, the slick sounds of Piper's continued violation. As John worked, he risked a glance up. Nina was looking down at him, her expression a mask of cool satisfaction. But past her, over her shoulder, he met Piper's eyes.

A slow, languid smile played on Dennis's lips as he watched John debase himself for them. He pushed Piper off his lap gently, her legs unsteady beneath her. He motioned towards the floor in front of John.

"Come here, pretty girl," he said, his voice soft but firm. "Sit next to your little boyfriend."

Piper moved slowly, her movements stiff from the ordeal. She knelt on the plush carpet, her body still quivering. John could feel the heat radiating from her, could smell Dennis on her skin, mixed with the metallic scent of tears. Their shoulders brushed.

Dennis stood over them, a king surveying his new court. He stroked himself, his hard cock slick and glistening. "Now," he said, looking down at the two of them, "let's see if you can work together."

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