You stay

You hate yourself for it, but you can't force yourself to leave. Watching Miranda worship Tom and go crazy for his cock hurts like getting your heart ripped out, but it's too taboo and captivating for you to look away. Instead you wordlessly settle back into your chair and prepare yourself to see more of your crushes degradation at the hands of your biggest enemy. No one else in the room seemed to notice your inner turmoil. Sarah, who earlier took such pleasure in teasing you, is now content that she's won and her attention has turned entirely to Tom and especially to his cock. Tom, meanwhile, is shamelessly staring at your crushes ass while she searches for the hat, even as Sarahs delicate hands tries to coax his thick dick back to hardness.

Miranda herself is on her hands and knees, desperately searching for the hat so she can draw a name and presumably enjoy some more of Toms cock. She hasn't looked at you since Tom blew a massive load inside her and you doubt she ever really will again. Now her entire world revolves around Toms thick phallus, you and your average prick aren't worth a second of her time. The thought itself makes your dick reharden a little.

Suddenly Miranda lets out a squeal of joy before jumping to her feet with the hat in hand, freshly recovered from where Tom carelessly swept it off the table in order to fuck Miranda. Clutching her treasure tightly she happily hops back to Tom and throws herself in his lap opposite Sarah, her smooth thigh not so accidentally brushing against his shaft. Even while Mirandas fingers dig through the hat in search of a name her hungry eyes stay locked on that cock. She’s not even drawn a name yet but you already know how the rest of the night will go.

Maybe it would be easier to skip to the end?