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SULLY
She must have realized that it would please us, or that she held power over us with her body, for she took two fingers and coated the plug with the slick lubrication. Pulling her knees back toward her chest, she moved the plug into position, pressing it against her puckered rosette.
Someone could have knocked on the door. Hell, a tornado could have taken the house away and neither Parker nor I would have known. Just watching Mary fill herself with that plug, f**k. It didn’t go in easily, but Mary breathed through it, pushing then pulling it back, then pushing again until it stretched her wide, then popped into place.
Her feet fell to the bed and she sighed. I stared. She’d taken the largest plug, which meant she could take our c***s. We could claim her as ours… finally.
“Good
