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“I have something to show you,” Karen tells you.

You go with her to the garage door. Four lovers results in the parking space being as crowded as the bed—yours and Karen’s cars are in the driveway, while Betsy’s and Felicia’s are in the garage. She leads you there, to Betsy’s Mustang, and you see the windows are steamed, but not enough to keep you from looking into the backseat.

You have to catch your breath. Felicia is on top of Betsy, her legs spread, her lovely ass pumping up and down on a strap-on as purple as Betsy’s hair, its long length sliding all the way into Felicia’s sex with every jolting bounce the cat burglar makes. You can hear both of them moaning, but they can’t or won’t hear your own aroused panting. Their focus on each other puts your own enthrallment to shame.

You stand there watching, hypnotized by Felicia’s pistoning ass and how her cunt accepts Betsy’s strap-on like she’s working a stripper pole. She goes at the artificial cock almost as hard as she goes at yours, ramming her hips up and down so she can keep up the rhythm of the dildo plunging into her.

There isn’t much space for Felicia to straighten in the backseat of the mid-size sedan, but she’s raised up enough for Betsy to grasp her breasts. The ninja doesn’t bother to rub them, but lets Felicia stroke herself in her hands as she comes up and down on the cock between her legs.

You’ve forgotten about Karen, but she’s good enough to remind you—coming up at least close enough that her voluminous breasts splay against your shoulders and sliding her tongue into your ear. You glance at her, feeling it’s only right, but she turns your head back to face Felicia.