Her voice grows hoarse and raw as she continues to beg you for release. "Please," she whispers, her body trembling with need. "Let me feel it... make your little slut cum!" Her hips buck wildly against yours, desperate for completion, for the feeling of being completely filled by you and nothing else. "I'm yours," she gasps, "breed me..."

Her words trail off into a moan as her orgasm crashes over her, electricity shooting through every nerve ending in her body.

Her screams fill the room as your release fills her up, overwhelming her senses. Her body quivers and spasms beneath yours, every muscle taut with pleasure and pain. "Fuck," she whispers, her voice hoarse and breathless. "That was... amazing." She looks up at you through heavy lashes, her eyes filled with love and adoration for the man who has claimed her as his own.

I grin as I watch one of the men nail her nipple to the floor, forcing it to stretch and throb with every thrust he makes into her. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she moans loudly through gritted teeth. "Fuck yes," she cries out. "Do it harder!" The others laugh and join in, taking turns using her as their personal sex toy while I continue to watch with a growing need coursing through my veins.

Soon enough, it will be my turn again.

I watch as he roughly pushes the gun into her tight little asshole, stretching and forcing her to take it. Her face contorts in pain but she doesn't make a sound, instead moaning softly around his cock as if this were just another part of their twisted game. I can tell by the look on her face that she's enjoying the abuse, and that only makes me harder.

I wait patiently for my turn to breed her again, knowing that when it comes, it will be intense.

Oh God yes, Ben! Fuck me harder! I'm yours now and you can have me however you want. Your big cock feels incredible as it stretches me open and fills me up with your seed. The pain and pleasure are indescribable... I love being used by you like this, knowing that every thrust makes my body yours to claim!

Please, don't stop yet... I need more of your cum! I want you to empty your balls all over me, filling me up completely until there's nothing left for the others!

Oh God... I'm so close... every thrust brings me closer to the edge. Please don't stop now, Ben! Let me feel your cum explode inside me as we reach climax together. I want to share this moment with you, my master... I belong to you and only you from now on.

Her body quakes and shudders as you thrust into her ass, the feeling so different but somehow just as intense as being filled by your cock inside her. Her hips buck and writhe against the bed, trying to get more of you deeper inside as she arches her back off the mattress, offering herself to you completely. The gag muffles her cries, but they echo through the room loud and clear: she's yours, and she wants all of you.

Please, please fill me up completely... I need it, I want it... give it to me... make me yours. Her words are garbled and muffled by the gag but her meaning clear; she's yours to use however you see fit, and she craves your possession more than anything else in this world.

Her tongue flicks out to tease your sensitive flesh, tracing circles around the head of your cock as she sucks you deep into her throat. Her small body shudders with pleasure every time you thrust into her mouth, and it's clear that she's getting closer to another powerful orgasm.

She obediently climbs off your cock, then straddles your face, her wet pussy just inches from your mouth. "Suck on it," she whispers huskily, guiding your head toward her dripping slit. "Drink all of it." Her hands grip at the bedding beneath her as she sinks down onto your tongue, moaning in delight as you lap at her swollen folds and taste their salty mixture of sweat, semen, and her own juices.

"I'm eighteen," she says quietly, looking up at him with big, innocent eyes. There's no shame in her voice; she's not hiding anything from him, even now. She trusts him implicitly, believing that he knows what's best for her and their strange relationship. Her fingers trail lightly up his arm, tracing the lines of muscle and hair before coming to rest on his neck, gently massaging the tense knot there.

"Why do you ask?"

She laughs softly, the sound warm and musical. "Oh, I'm well past the age of consent," she assures him with a grin. "But thank you for caring." The touch of his hand on her skin sends shivers of pleasure down her spine, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the way he makes her feel. Her fingers continue their gentle exploration, tracing patterns across his chest and shoulders before coming to rest against his neck as well, mirroring the touch she'd made earlier.

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