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Rachel looked to the crown. "I need three boys. The bigget the cocks the better. Dont be shy."

Three guys pushed to the front. Rachel pulled down their pants. She grinned like a shark smelling blood. "Perfect."

Max's breath hitched. She knew what was coming. Rachel traced circles around her nipples, making them harden under her touch. "Relax," Rachel whispered, though there was no kindness in it—just the thrill of control. The first guy stepped forward, thick and already leaking. Rachel guided him to Max's mouth. "Open wide, Caulfield."

The taste of salt and skin flooded Max's mouth as Rachel **** her head down, her throat convulsing around the unfamiliar thickness. Tears pricked her eyes, but the crowd's cheers drowned out her muffled gasp. Rachel's fingers twisted in her hair, guiding the brutal rhythm. "Take it you little slut," Rachel hissed—half-praise, half-command—as Max's saliva dripped down her chin.

"Dont lay there Chloe. Your guy needs some of your throat as well." Rachel pointed. Chloe hesitated only a second before crawling forward, her smirk returning as she took the second guy deep—no hesitation, just a choked moan swallowed by flesh. The third man grabbed Rachel's hips from behind, grinding against her ass with a groan. Rachel arched back into him, laughing breathlessly. "Impatient?" She reached back, stroking him through his jeans. She turned and freed his cock before taking it in her mouth.

Max watched through watery eyes—Rachel’s lips stretched obscenely, Chloe bobbing with messy abandon—as the first man thrust deeper down her throat. The musk of sweat, precum, and spilled beer clung to the air. Someone in the crowd shouted *"Make them gag*

Rachel pulled off with a wet pop. "Like this." She grabbed Max’s chin, tilted her head to the perfect angle, and shoved her back onto the cock with bruising ****. Max choked, throat convulsing—but the burn mixed with something else, something liquid-hot and shamefully intoxicating. Chloe moaned around her own mouthful, fingers digging into her guy’s thighs. The third man tangled his hands in Rachel’s hair, as he thrusts back into her mouth.

Saliva dripped down Max’s chin, her jaw aching. The guy above her grunted, hips stuttering as his grip tightened on her head. She could feel him swell, taste the bitter-salt of precum. Rachel’s laughter bubbled around the cock in her mouth—sharp, delighted. She pulled off just enough to gasp, "Swallow every drop, Caulfield," before diving back down, taking him deeper than before.

Chloe wasn’t holding back either. Her teeth scraped lightly along the second guy’s length, earning a choked curse, before she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard. Her mascara smudged, sweat glistening on her collarbone. The guy’s fingers twisted in her blue hair, tugging roughly. She moaned around him, the vibration making his knees buckle.

Rachel was the most unhinged, taking the third guy so deep her nose pressed into his pelvis. Saliva slicked her chin, dripping onto her bare chest as she pulled off just to smirk up at him. "Fucking use me," she taunted, before swallowing him again—gagging deliberately, her throat fluttering around him. The crowd roared when his head tipped back, a guttural groan ripped from his chest.

Max's knees trembled as the first guy fucked her throat in earnest now, his grip punishing. Tears streaked her cheeks, but the pain morphed—her body arching into it, a twisted kind of hunger coiling low in her belly. Chloe noticed, her laugh muffled around the second guy's cock. She pulled off, lips swollen. "Look at her," she panted, dragging her thumb across Max's flushed cheekbone. "She loves it."

"Nobody told you to stop whore." The guy thrust back into Chloes mouth.

Max's vision blurred—tears, sweat, the dizzying strobe of overhead lights—as the man in her mouth groaned, his fingers tightening like a vice in her hair. His hips jerked erratically, the salt-bitter taste flooding her tongue as he came hard down her throat. Rachel's command echoed in her skull: *Swallow every drop*. She did, gulping convulsively while the crowd erupted into cheers. The man pulled out with a wet pop, his cock glistening with her spit as he staggered back, dazed.

Chloe wasn't far behind. The second guy's curses turned ragged as she sucked him ruthlessly, her blue nails digging crescent moons into his thighs. When he came, she let it spill over her tongue before swallowing with a smirk, licking her lips like it was a fucking victory. Rachel, still working the third guy with obscene precision, watched them both with dark approval. His thrusts grew frantic, his hands gripping Rachel's head—until he suddenly yanked her off, spilling stripes across her face and chest with a choked shout.

Rachel didn't flinch. She dragged a finger through the mess, holding it up to the light before sucking it clean. "That all you got?"

The third guy stumbled back, panting, while Rachel wiped her cheek with the back of her hand—casual, like she'd just finished a snack. The warehouse air vibrated with unrestrained energy, a mix of stifled laughter and ragged breaths. Max's knees buckled, but Chloe caught her. "Stay up, we're just getting started," Chloe murmured, her voice rough and teasing. Rachel sauntered over, her hips swaying as she yanked Max upright by the hair. "You think that was the main course?" Her breath was hot against Max's ear. "Sweetheart, we're still on appetizers."