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REBECCA
He was almost crooning to me as the two men worked my p***y in a way that made me frantic; my eyes squeezed shut, my face pinched in desperation, a need inside me was so great I could barely stand it. "I...I don't know how. What is...? Dash, please!"
Both men must have sensed my frustration, for the two fingers inside me curled and ran over the inner wall of my womanhood, brushing against some place, some sensitive spot that had my eyes popping open, my breath catching in my throat. The pleasure overtook me as I looked at Dash in surprise. It was like the fireworks I'd seen at a ball in London, hot and bright and full of spark. It overtook me, and I could hear my ragged breathing, feel my body rock and shift on their agile fingers. They continued to stroke and circle until the
