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"Jerk off." Comes the command, Destiny's hands guiding herself back into a readied Neal, then running back up to her own breasts to stimulate herself. As she begins to rock back and forth again, her eyes lock onto yours. "Jerk off, you little pervert!"

You don't need any more commanding. With a newfound vigor, and whilst under the intimidating yet incredibly intense glare of her blue eyes, you begin to jerk yourself off.

You watch as she quickly grabs the hips of Neal, pushing them upwards and bending him in half, so that his gaze might not shift from her, and her gaze might not shift from you. Her visage is one of an intense fury, yet inquisitive, as she watches you jerk yourself off, increasing the momentum with each thrust she makes. Her thrusts only remain slow for a few moments, just enough for Neal to become used to the posistion, but not enough to allow him to become used to it. Neal's previous attempts at calming his moans are now entirely gone, replaced by a loud, constant, and rapid-fire series of moans as he jerks off with an intense fury, as if he'd been held from doing so for a very long time.

You, yourself, find that your resistance is entirely gone. You'd never been subject to such a display in your life, and, while you wouldn't have thought this would have been something that would excite you previously, every fiber of your being wishes that you were in Neal's position, bent over, being used like a toy... and that image causes you to grow near the edge incredibly quickly, your hand working quickly and on instinct, bringing you to the orgasm you need as fast as you can, unable to take the image without relief.

Soon, Neal's voice gives out, and is replaced by that of Destiny's chides. "Come on you little fuck, you can't even hold out that long?" She says, her attention once again turning toward the man that she's within. "Then fucking cum. Cum, and be done with it!" With one, solid motion, Neal reaches his end, his cum landing all over his chest and face because of the posistion he's been put in.

As you feel yourself reach your own end, Destiny's eyes once again flicker toward her, the front of anger and disapointment that had been in her facing being replaced by a massive grin. "Cum for me." She coos in pleasure. And with that sudden, soft exterior, you feel yourself give in entirely, spraying cum on the wall beside you in a sudden, yet fulfilling orgasm.

As your brain comes down from the white, hot sensation, you find that Destiny has already pulled out of Neal, and is in the process of taking the strap-on off. You lock eyes with her, and she mouths to you, "Go ring the doorbell." wordlessly. She then unhooks the dildo from behind her, and plops it on Neal. "Get yourself cleaned up. I think I hear somebody at the door.