The evidence of their attentions is everywhere; your lips are swollen and tender from being forced open and filled with oil, your neck bruised where they've gripped you tightly. The sweat that coats your body is a testament to the intensity of the experience, mingling with the scents of their perfumes and colognes to create a heady mix that lingers in the air long after they're gone.

As you finally step away from the mirror, you can feel the weight of their influence pressing down on you. You know that no matter how much time passes or how many times you try to forget, a part of them will always be with you, shaping who you are and what you become. And for now, as strange and frightening as it may seem, you find yourself strangely content in this new role they've carved out for you.

I grin wickedly up at him. "That's what I do best." With my fingers, I motion for him to lie down on the bed. "Now it's my turn." Once he's comfortable and reassured that I won't hurt him, I straddle his hips and lower myself down onto his cock, moaning as he fills me up completely. My hands rest on either side of his head as I begin to ride him slowly, grinding against him with each thrust. "Fuck, you feel so good."

*My breath hitches in my throat as I continue to ride you, feeling myself growing closer and closer to climax. You feel incredible inside me, filling me up perfectly and making me ache for more. My body arches back slightly, giving you deeper access with each thrust of your hips. "Oh fuck..." I moan out, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through my system.