Marigold didn't break eye contact with Kiona, not even for a second, as Harry's hands explored her body. All of their earlier rules about how he wasn't allowed to touch her had gone out the window, and Harry hadn't even acknowledged it. Now, he had also blackmailed her, threatened to cover the internet with images of her stripped down to her skivvies with a toy inside her, but somehow... somehow this really terrified her.
Harry couldn't believe how incredible this girl's tits were. He had been staring at them for hours, he had manipulated her into getting the chance to rail a muscular hottie's asshole until he shot his hot load deep inside her, but these tits... they were the real prize. And now, not only did he have his hands on those perfect, pale fun-bags, he was getting all the time he needed to fully enjoy her gorgeous body. Harry was practically salivating as he poked and prodded and groped at her ass, her legs, and best of all, her warm pussy that was still dripping wet from getting to eat out her best friend.
The best part of all? Well, that was the look on the other girl's face-- Kiona, she was called. If Kiona had come to this room to somehow protect Marigold from Harry and his ****, then all the power to her. But the look on her face told Harry that her motives had changed significantly since then. That's the power of cock, Harry thought to himself. They never can say no for very long, can they?
There was fire and smoke behind Kiona's eyes. She wasn't smiling, but Harry could tell that she wanted to. She wanted this just as much as he did, and she wouldn't stop him or step in when he pushed this Marigold chick a little further. Hell, she might help him along.
"Mari," Harry growled, rubbing her between her legs. "I've got an idea."
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