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“I should punish her, shouldn’t I?” Isaac asks sagely.

“Wait… what?” Silla squeals.

“Yes. I’ve never seen a shade of red on an ass before that I’ve ever wanted to see more,” Falcon says as he steps back with a wicked grin.

Fuck yeah, he’ll fit in just fine.

“Count for me, Little Hacker,” Isaac demands, massaging the globes of her ass. “Who has a belt?”

Silla stiffens for a moment before she forces herself to remember it’s us. Standing in front of her, I slowly pull off my belt before handing it to Isaac. I trust whatever he’s about to do.

“Strip her for me, guys,” he says. “Are you going to be a good girl for me, Baby? Get on your knees and help.”

Obediently, she sits up, tearing off her mittens to strip her clothes off. Falcon drops to his knees, kissing her neck as his fingers make quick work of the buttons on her coat. Silla whimpers, struggling to help him get the sleeves down. She’s so damn worked up, it’s adorable.

“Slow down, Pet,” Sidney coos, watching her. “Let him help.”

Sidney doesn’t move to help, and I have to admit that I’m enjoying watching her squirm. Falcon tosses articles of clothing to the side, and soon she’s only trapped by her jeans and boots. I meet Isaac’s eyes and he shrugs, pushing her back to reposition her. Falcon’s eyes go wide, and he grabs her coat to make a pillow for her. Okay, that was sweet and not something I’m thinking about at the moment. I guess we can keep him.

Isaac had looped my belt into cuffs while Silla was getting undressed, and he slips them on over her wrists before tightening them. She looks delicious with her head and shoulders balanced on the ground while her ass is high in the air.

“There we go, Baby. Much better. Count for me, Silla.”

Isaac’s palm cracks across her firm ass, making her cry out. “One,” she says, gasping a breath.

“Godsdamn, Kitten, you look so perfect. We may just cover you in our cum while you’re being punished. Do you want that?” Ayden asks, palming his cock through his pants. Fucker is totally serious. At least I know there's a stream nearby, even though it’s probably freezing right now.

I also know he’s hiding his tattooed dick from Silla for now, or he’d already be fucking it with his hand.

“Do you want that, Little Hacker? Answer him,” Isaac demands, making her ass bounce as he spanks her other cheek.

Silla gasps, and I know she’s getting closer to crying. She may have a high pain threshold, but the humiliation adds to the pain, and she usually cracks around four.

“Yes… I don’t know… fuck, two!” Silla shrieks. Stimulation is starting to overwhelm her too, and she licks her lips, staring hungrily at Ayden.

“Such a greedy little whore. You want his cum don’t you?” Isaac asks, smirking as he spanks her ass cheek closer to her thigh.

Silla cries out, and her breasts bounce from his punishment. “Yes, yes I want to swallow his cum,” she pleads.

“What number are you on, Naughty Girl?” I growl. My cock is straining against my jeans and I ask myself why I haven’t started fucking my hand yet. The truth is, I want to fuck Silla’s throat or nothing at all right now. So instead, I squeeze my cock, grunting at the discomfort. Soon.

“Three, three, three,” she chants as Isaac spanks her three more times in succession. The tears break and Falcon looks concerned. I shake my head, leaning down to drag my thumb through her tears. Pushing it into her mouth, I smirk as she sucks the liquid off it.

“Sweet Girl, you can take it. We’ll make you feel so damn good. How is she doing, Isaac?” I ask, glancing up. His eyes heat as he meets mine before pulling apart Silla’s ass cheeks to stare at her pussy.

“Gods, I can smell you, Beautiful,” he murmurs. Silla squirms uncontrollably but I squat by her head, my hand palming her face gently.

“Shh, you’re fine, aren’t you?” I ask, and she nods, those gorgeous tears glistening on her cheeks like starlight.

Isaac tastes Silla’s gorgeous pussy, and I narrow my eyes in jealousy. “How wet is she?” I ask, checking again. Isaac groans, pushing his tongue into her slick channel and we all make pained noises. Fuck.

“Our girl is dripping. It’s all over her thighs, too,” Isaac tells us. His chin shows the evidence of her arousal, and I stand, walking over to tangle my fingers in his blond hair. Pulling on it, I lean down to kiss him hard. I hear Falcon’s intake of air, but ignore it as I suck on Isaac’s tongue. Groaning, my eyes roll at the explosion of vanilla across my taste buds.

“She’s delicious.” I sigh, pulling away. “The two of you together are decadent.”

“Fuck,” Falcon mutters, his breath coming in pants, and I can only smirk as Isaac surprises Silla by pushing his fingers inside of her pussy.

“Oh, yes. Please, more,” Silla begs.