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Mindee started to turn away, but then she could only hear Phoebe’s obscene and guttural enjoyment—that was somehow worse. Celeste covered her eyes, but peeked between her fingers. She’d at least tried not to watch, she told herself, even if she hadn’t missed a thing.

Scott panted with excitement, his face red and his eyes glazed over. Despite her inexperience, Phoebe was still offering him the tightest cunt he’d ever had. He couldn’t believe how small—how exquisitely pressurized—it was inside the girl. He felt a wild urge to just go mad with lust and fuck her brains out, but he knew that would ruin her for sex. Maybe literally.

No, he’d have to take it slow with her. Gentle. Taking full advantage of her delicious, delicate space, but patiently and carefully. If nothing else, that way she’d come back for more. He wanted Phoebe to develop an instinct for fucking just as appreciative as Emma’s. The world could only be a better place with three more sexpots like her in it.

“There,” he gasped finally. “It’s all yours now, Phoebe. How’re you holding up?”

“It feels… good,” Phoebe said with surprise.

She wasn’t scared anymore, but she didn’t have the sluttish enjoyment Emma showed when she was in Phoebe’s place. Scott decided to take care of that. He rolled his hips slowly, sensually, while reaching around Phoebe to find the little pulsing need of her clitoris.

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