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The fear of discovery haunts Anthony as she watches from her cramped hiding place, the scene before her intensifying. Madeline’s bare-handed ass spanks slow, giving way to something more intimate, the bully girl’s palm now lingering on Sally’s rounded rump after each smack, gently kneading Sally’s reddened cheeks with a possessive control that makes Anthony’s pulse race.

Anthony finds herself wanting to be a participant in the unfolding tableaux - but not in Madeline’s dominant role. No. She pouts in frustration as she guiltily realises that she wants to be in Sally’s position, being spanked. Sex wet and swollen. As stinging, bent over and belittled. It irks the former alpha that Tawny’s need to be fucked and controlled is still strongly affecting Anthony.

Anthony could hardly move in her hiding place. She cannot move to properly avert her gaze. She silently clasps her hands between her thighs, conscious of her still tingling sex. The storage cupboard is tiny - as a man she would never have fit but with her petite girlish figure it’s only a tight and slightly uncomfortable squeeze. She watched the interplay between the bully girl and bimbo with growing excitement, the redhead a mess of moans and pleas, her bubble butt glowing red, hips swaying. “Mistress, please… I need it… I need to cum!” Sally whines, her voice high and breathy.

Tawny rubs her sex gently, quietly as she watches, imagining it was her bent over like that. Her begging to cum.

Tawny’s left hand reached up to play with her tiny tits, pinching a nipple hard enough as her right hand slipped into her sex. Her pussy clenches around them. She felt like she was dripping onto the closet floor, her small body quaking as she rubbed her clit in quiet circles, imagining she was Sally.

Madeline smirks, sliding her fingers down Sally’s crack to tease her puckered hole. “Not yet, pet. You haven’t earned it.” She dips lower, confidently plunging two digits into the bimbo’s sopping cunt, pumping slowly while her thumb circled the girl’s clit. Sally arched backwards, her cries echoing off the walls—“Ohhh, yes! Fuck me, Mistress! Make me your good girl!”—and Tawny mirrors the motion inside herself, biting her lip to stay quiet.

Jealousy twists sharper now, mingling with the arousal into something feral. Why does Sally get this? The touch, the build-up, the promise of ecstasy? Tawny’s been denied for so long, used by Alphas from every corner of the globe—mouth stuffed, ass pounded raw—but never her pussy, never that sweet oblivion of orgasm. Her fingers speed up, sloppy and urgent, fearful of discovery but unable to stop.

Madeline leans over Sally, whispering hotly in her ear while finger-fucking her harder. “Cum for me, you needy slut. Show me how sorry you are.” Sally shatters with a wail, her body convulsing, juices squirting down her thighs as waves of pleasure crash through her. Tawny watches, her own hips grinding against her hand, tears pricking her eyes. Slowing. Biting her lips. So close… so fucking close… but she can’t cum. She doesn’t trust herself to cum quietly. .

As Sally slumps in bliss, Madeline straightens, licking her fingers clean with a satisfied hum. Tawny pulls her hand away, slick and trembling, the ache worse than ever.