Give up, you can't take it anymore.

After a moment of thinking you come to the result, that the burning muscles are not worth it. These guys can have your ass. So you lie down exhausted,

“Good job guys, you outmatched me,” you say and wiggle your ass naughty, “Well, a deal is a deal. Five minutes. Not more.”

The second guy grins and slaps your ass. Seems like he was the winner. It hurts a little, but not bad. It even fells quite nice in the aftermath. He continues to knead and massage your ass and even gets bold enough to pull down your pants to expose it.

You are about to interrupt and remember him about your deal, but he already spreads your ass cheeks and plays with his finger at your asshole.

“Stop!” you say sharp, “we agreed to some rules. I expect you to follow them!”

“She is right,” the first guy says before his friend can talk back, “and the time is almost over too.”

“Too bad,” the second guy mumbles a little disappointed, “well, your ass is a good hand full. Not the best or biggest but still premium. I hope there will be some more chances for bets in the next days.”

“We will see,” you mumble and pull your pants up, “but now tell me what you know about the angel.”