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Caleb nods, rubbing me harder. “So fucking hot, bunny. Look at that pretty pussy. Just fucking aching for me, aren’t you?” His eyes meet mine. “What do you say? Wanna know how it feels like to please the both of us?”

I nod.

He doesn’t waste a single moment, sliding straight into me. My hips buck at the pleasure coursing through me.

Caleb turns to Eli and chuckles, “Fuck, that’s tight.”

He nods and then turns to me. He starts sucking on my tits as Caleb fucks me.

Eli whispers, “You’re such a good fucking bunny pleasing both of us.”

I’m near climaxing hearing his praise.

Caleb pulls out and flips me on my stomach. Then he takes me from the back, and I cry out moaning. Eli comes around to face me. He drinks in my moans, praising me.

“You have no idea how hot you are from this position.”

Caleb rubs my clit, making me cry out. My body starts shuddering.

“Come for us, Sie,” Eli encourages. “Fucking come.”

A smack to my ass echoes through the room, stealing away from my orgasm.

Caleb growls, “Fuck, bunny… this is top tier pussy… I want to do this again…”

At the idea of doing this again and watching Eli’s eyes trail to where me and Caleb connect, I lose my entire self and climax, crying out into the silent room.

Eli grips my cheeks, kissing my cries as Caleb pulses inside of me and then pulls out.

Eli keeps kissing me while Caleb walks to the kitchen and comes back with paper towels. He wipes me down.

“That was fucking fun.” He grabs his shorts off the floor, tugging them on.

Eli stares into my eyes. “You did so fucking good.”

Caleb snorts. “Always praising.” He grabs his shirt, pulling it over his head, then pauses. Looks at me. Something flickers across his face—something unreadable.

He steps closer.

I don’t move, too stunned, too wrecked.

Then, in a shockingly soft motion, he presses his lips to my forehead.

“I will leave the keys behind. Lock up when you are done and drive her home before her father sends a search party. You can give me the car keys at practice Eli. Bye, bunny,” he murmurs, and just like that, he’s gone.

The door clicks shut.

Silence.

Eli exhales, slow and controlled. I wince as I sit down.

“You good?”

I nod, swallowing hard. But the pain is noticeable now that the pleasure is gone.

He grabs something from the floor. He pulls my shirt over my head, and I sink into the fabric.

I don’t protest when he lifts me, settling me onto his sofa, pulling me against him. My legs drape over his lap, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my thigh.