You wanted more.

Abruptly, you stopped stroking and got to your feet. Seemingly disappointed, Gold Chains grabbed your shoulder and tried to **** you back down, but your martial arts training kicked in and you quickly wriggled out of his grip and twisted his arm into an armlock.

"Easy, tiger," you purred into his ear. "You'll get your reward ... I'd just like a little reciprocation." You couldn't help getting even more aroused at having him physically under your control, and you suddenly understood why BDSM was a thing.

Still, it wasn't your thing, you thought to yourself as you yanked your bikini-bottom down your thighs and bent over the end of the couch. Taking the hint, Gold Chains came around behind you and took hold of your hips, and his strong hands on your body made you even wetter. Meanwhile, Stupid Laugh knelt on the couch right in front of your face, and you almost went cross-eyed as you gazed at his dick.

Reaching forwards, you grasped it, then accidentally squeezed it, hard, as Gold Chains thrust into your sopping pussy. "Uhh!" you moaned in pleasure; his girth stretched your walls and set your nerves ablaze.

Stupid Laugh groaned and instinctively bucked his hips, and you just about managed to guide it to your lips. His cock slipped effortlessly into your mouth, muffling your moans. "Holy shit," he muttered. "This ho fine!"

You were just about to pop him out of your mouth to protest about being called a 'ho', but Gold Chains thrust again, and again, setting up a rhythm. All thoughts of chastisement evaporated, replaced instead only by the feeling of his dick pistoning into you.

The rocking of your body **** you to take more of Stupid Laugh's length down your throat, which expanded further than you thought possible. Somehow, it seemed like your gag reflex had disappeared (you'd never been able to take this much before). However, you only noticed this later; in the heat of the moment, your entire mental capacity was devoted to sucking and fucking.

Time seemed to blur. Your knees began to weaken as you felt a beautiful pressure beginning to build. Suddenly, you felt a sharp smack on your ass, and the pressure pulsed violently. After one more smack, your knees buckled as the pressure exploded, and you squealed around the cock in your throat. The best orgasm you'd ever had hit you like a bullet train, and your body sagged - the only thing holding you up was Gold Chains' strong hands on your waist.

Soon after, Stupid Laugh's cock started pulsing, and he pulled out before shooting his cum all over your mask. Gold Chains lasted slightly longer, and you felt ropes of warm semen spurt deep into your pussy as he groaned loudly. You didn't care - the afterglow of your orgasm blocked out any worries you might've had.

Once he was done, he let go of you, and you collapsed onto the sofa with a soft thud. You heard the two men murmuring to each other, seemingly satisfied, as they got dressed, and you tried to muster the energy to get up yourself. Eventually, you got to your feet and, with Gold Chains' cum leaking down your leg, pulled your bikini-bottom and went to retrieve your top. As you bent over to pick it up, you felt a resounding crack on your ass, and you squealed loudly and whirled around. Stupid Laugh laughed at the look of indignation on your face, visible even under your cum-covered mask.

"Nice ass, Nightie," he said.

Normally you wouldn't take that lying down, but you decided to let it drop, considering he'd just helped fuck your brains out. Besides, you kinda liked it. "Thanks," you winked.

After putting your top back on and wiping most of the cum off your mask, you decided to leave. Looking around for an exit, you spotted a vent up in the corner of the room. You grappled up to it, blew one last kiss over your shoulder before crawling into it.

Strangely, as you made your exit, you already felt your libido beginning to come back to the boil. Then your hand hit something. Pulling a torch out of your utility belt, you shined it on whatever you hit: a small object that looked somewhat like an air freshener, with 'PX' written on it.

That was weird. Isn't PX that **** that ... makes you ... horny ... like ... really ... really ... horny? You were finding it hard to think from the arousal between your legs, but a sudden thought of clarity peeped through. You had to get out!