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“Now remember, boys,” I ran my manicured nails through Conner’s hair and yanked his head back to make sure he was paying attention. He kneeled before me and my gaggle of girlfriends. Naked and also kneeling beside him, Asher furiously jerked his cock. “Whoever spurts first is the loser and has to lick up whatever puddles of goop you both spill.”
Conner’s green eyes met mine as I hovered above him, and he grunted. Both boys were pumping as fast as they could, trying to prove who had the better stamina and would be worthy of playing more games with the girls and me later. “Yes, Belle!” both boys answered, and the girls, watching them, burst out into laughter.