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Chloe stared at her best friend Sabrina’s gift. It looked extremely expensive, far more than a police commissioner’s daughter could afford. Even if Sabrina recently gained access to the trust fund setup by her late great grandparents. “It seems acceptable.” “Can I help you put it on, Chloe?” “I suppose. But do it quickly and get me an orange soda.” “Yes, Chloe.”

Chloe Bourgeois was filling pretty smug. Sabrina had been corrupted again, but Chloe had been able to get her back on track with a feather. Sabrina was unbearably ticklish, so Chloe used it on her regularly to keep her under control. After all, she was a legendary superhero even if she was not granted her dues. She deserved a sidekick. And if her sidekick was crushing on her, well that was the sidekick’s problem. She admired herself in the mirror. The necklace collar made her look regal. She felt a jolt of joy course through her veins. She was truly great. “Lie down, Chloe and I will get you your soda.” Chloe almost bucked, when somehow intense pleasure from her loins came as her back rested on the bed, the pillow comfortably taking the pressure from her neck.

Sabrina was already heading to the kitchen as Chloe stared at the wet patch against her white leggings. She had come. Come hard. How did this happen? She was tempted to check the damage, but the thought of Sabrina catching her in such a position was too horrendous to think. She was not about to surrender her dignity like that or get up to change. After all, she was Chloe Bourgeois. Sabrina would just have to deal with the unmistakable aroma of lady juices in the air. Still it was so strange. She hadn't been thinking anything that usually helped her to climax. Not to mention, her orgasms were not usually this intense.

Sabrina arrived with the drink. She sat close to Chloe. Chloe was starting to feel strange, almost flushed. Why she was feeling this, remained unclear. “Lift your head for me.” Chloe felt a second surge as she sipped her drink. How on Earth had she orgasmed twice, while near fully clothing? The only part of her exposed was her tender feet and nothing more. A second apex was insane. And the smell made it that much plainer. “Was the drink nice?” “Y-Yes. obviously.” Why had she stuttered? And in front of Sabrina of all people? “You look like you need a massage, Chloe. Strip.” Her body performed a third release as she threw her jacket on the nearby chair. After tremors followed as her legging, shirt, bra and panties lay across the chair. The orgasm had lasted longer than the first and its intensity was greater.

“Turn over.” Chloe was barely to keep from shaking. All Sabrina had done was tell her to lay on her bell. She could literally feel her stickiness spread to the bedsheets. She **** herself not to hump the blanket. Three orgasm in a row had left her so lightheaded “OHHHHH! GAWWWADDDD!” It was difficult to speak. Sabrina’s soft hand began rubbing and kneading the muscles on Chloe’s exposed cheeks. “Feels great, doesn’t it, Chloe? Stop holding back. Release.” This orgasm is more powerful than the others as her hands rubbed tension out of her trembling ass. “That’s right, Chloe. Come for me again.” And how Chloe did. Five Orgasms. But more than merely five times, Chloe had squirted. Squirted love juices and stained her sheets. “You like having your perfect bubble butt rubbed, don’t you, Chloe? Say it.” “AHHHHH!!! I LOVVVVVEEE ITTT!” Chloe felt like she had run a marathon. Six tremendous, powerful, stimulating orgasms.

“You can’t move until I tell you. Now stay put superticklish Chloe.” Chloe felt weights across her body as it happened again. Seven orgasms. A record number. She had never had this many in one night, let alone 7 releases of sexual liquid. Sabrina stood up, though Chloe was barely aware of her surroundings. This had been absolutely incredible.

“Look what I have!” Chloe felt like there was a tongue swishing away at her immobile body as she stared through wet eyes at Sabrina. She had two hairbrushes in her hands. Chloe was unable to ask what they were for. Seven was said to be a magic number, but orgasm number eight was the greatest magic that Chloe knew.