"He isn't a man. He's barely even a boy."

Paige paused. She stared up at James briefly and then, smiling, suckled his balls while stroking him. “Mm. I feel the same about him. He isn’t a man. He’s barely even a boy. You are all that matters to me now, James, you and your dick.”

Staring at Oliver, James said, “So even that retard Oliver…?”

Paige laughed into his pubic hair as she tasted him. “Especially that retard Oliver.” Sitting up, she licked him on the way to his crown and there pursed her lips. Gathering her saliva, she spit down his shaft and spread her saliva with her hands. “But forget about them, James. All I want to think about is you.” Turning and holding her ass cheeks, she leaned forward onto her face and chest and parted her cheeks for him to see. “You’re as wet as we can get you right now, so go ahead and take me. Fill all of my slutty holes with your fat cock.”

That was enough to distract James from his perverse game. Standing, James lined up behind Paige, swatting her ass as he did. Then, pressing his head against her puckered butthole, he returned his gaze to the watching, gently shaking form of Oliver in the hallway. James was sure that the slender young man was stroking himself and laughed when he saw it.

James eased into Paige slowly. To this point, she had been quite loyal to him, and he had no interest in breaking her. Paige grunted, holding steady as she parted around him. Even with his shaft saliva-slick, it was a slow, painful process. Paige whined but never fought him, but James stopped with just his crown inside of her while she whimpered into the carpet.

Turning her head with effort, Paige stared back at James. “Don’t stop, James. Rip me open. Ruin me. It doesn’t matter how much it hurts. All that matters is that you come.”

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