Chapter 8 by Coy-toy

What does she whisper?

Asks if you wish to be their plaything

“Mmm so tasty.” She nibbles on your earlobe as you let out a weak moan. You hear the door from the other side of the car open, and Monica leans over as Triss says “you know, a collar can mean many things. For tonight, how about it means you are our toy to play with?” She finishes the question by lightly grazing her teeth on the side of your neck while grinding against you more.

Your next moan is broken by Monica leaning down from above kissing you just as passionately, if abit awkwardly being upside down. You just now realize she has pinned your hands above you and beneat her as your two dates continue their joint **** on your senses. You are so overwhelmed, so **** and yet controlled in the back of their vehicle, all you can do is moan “pleeaaassseee” in the few breaths they let you take.