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Gwen's shock turns to a burning fury as Heather spits into her mouth. Yet, she swallows it, her eyes never leaving yours. She knows this is part of the game now, a game she didn't sign up for but is playing nonetheless. The salty tang of Heather's spit mixes with the taste of your precum, a potent cocktail of humiliation and arousal.

Heather said. "Now it's my turn to get service Gwen. Prepare my much better tighter cunt for Chad's monster cock."

Gwen's anger boils over, but she knows the rules of the game. She moves over to Heather, who sits down in the sand, spreading her legs wide. Heather's cargo shorts is hiked down around her ankles, revealing her glistening pussy. Gwen's stomach turns, but she leans in, her mouth hovering over Heather's sex.

"Good girl," Heather coos, stroking Gwen's cheek. "Show me how much you want to win."

Gwen's jaw clenches, but she lowers her head, her tongue tentatively touching Heather's clit. The taste of the beach and Heather's arousal blend together as she starts to lick and kiss her rival's pussy. Heather's eyes flutter closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as Gwen's tongue works its magic. You watch, stroking your cock, which is now rock-hard from the sight of the two girls.

"That's right," Heather whispers, her hand gently pushing Gwen's head down further. "Eat me out like the slut you are." Gwen's resentment fuels her actions, her tongue moving faster and more fervently as she tries to prove herself, even in this degrading act. She can feel the sand sticking to her face and the salty taste of the sea air, but she's lost in the moment, driven by a fierce desire to win.

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