Plunge into it

No, it wasn't just me and her, and it wasn't just me and her and him either. I shut my eyes so tight it hurt. That doesn't make sense. I would know if I was at some fucking orgy. But–

How many?

Sweat. Groaning. Begging for someone to push me over the line. They were so cruel. So many of them were just watching. Don't you want a taste? What was I thinking. Who, what, where, when, why?

Rania shoving me down into the mattress. Her arm is impossibly long, grabbing my -red locks, they're yours, baby- pushing me into the pillow. Her tongue snakes between my cheeks. Her fingers are working inside me.

Were!

That moment is gone, Isobel.

I lost my breath. Fuck. Nobody, nobody!, ever, has eaten my ass like this. I was saying insane things. "I'll give you anything. Anything. Everything. All of me." She couldn't hear me. Her hand pushing me harder into the pillow. Like she was using me. Use me more.

And then–

There he was. Whoever "he" was. My head hanging off the bed. Rania lying on top of me. His cock pumping down my throat. Rania kissing his pelvis.

He covered me. I was on my knees, working my pussy with one hand. It wasn't just my face. It was all over my chest. Would he like me better if my tits were bigger? Would they? Would she?

"Is this what you want?" I groaned.

She licked me clean. To think, it was just a coincidence. Rania didn't need to dance with me. And when Luke introduced me to———

Harder. Pulling my hair. Choking me. If I unveiled myself before everyone at this bus station they would see the fingerprints on my hips. It wasn't enough. He or it or whatever it was fucked me until I would rather die than have more, but then a second passed and I needed it again. Let me be your sweet thing.