<span style="font-family:Acme">The roughness of each thrust Victor offered was not something that Brandy could’ve failed to notice regardless of the situation. There were also certain… well, compliments… that she couldn’t deny him either. Victor’s cock certainly did manage to fill her quite nicely; yes, in her experiences, she’d had bigger, but she’d also had smaller and he was not about to let her fail to realize that. The way he filled her managed to put pressure on all the spots that just felt so right to feel and her groans eventually became sounds more associated with pleasure than with force. Her sounds were no doubt a major contributing factor to all the hard-ons all the other men in the room were enduring as she was fucked by their leader. <br/>
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In fact, although he likely wasn’t intending to drive her in the direction of her own orgasm, Brandy could feel her core tightening around him, practically begging him to continue. Of course, the moment she realized what was happening was also the moment that his movements slowed to a stop, and without thinking about it, she found a few words slipping through her lips. “Please, Victor…” It wasn’t in sass as her previous statements had been. These words were words of a woman lost to bliss… or, well, near bliss. <br/>
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She groaned as he pulled out of her and for a moment, she was free of his hold almost completely. Doubting that that would happen again anytime soon, Brandy took advantage of it and stretched her muscles as much as she could manage. Being arched over like she had been while he’d taken her the first time around hadn’t been the most comfortable position possible, and neither was it one she hoped he would make her take again. Brandy had been put through a lot of creative positions in the past and a variety was something that had become preferable for her. She wasn’t quite sure she was in a position to make that suggestion just yet, though. That’d be a thought Brandy would save for later. <br/>
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A mewl of surprise escaped her as he pulled at her hair and arched her backwards instead. Feeling his cock settle between her ass cheeks, Brandy took to grinding them against him. Everything she did was in determination to keep him under near constant stimulation from her body. She did add, though, “I’m glad you’ve decided to keep me for yourself. I’m not one who likes being shared all that much.” It was an honest statement, too. <br/>
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Granted, Brandy would’ve preferred to get Victor <i>entirely</i> alone, but Aaron’s presence wasn’t something she was in a position to argue with. <br/>
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One other thing managed to take her by surprise. He was claiming that he wanted to see how her tongue felt against his cock already. Had he completely forgotten her not so veiled threat from the first time she’d encountered him? Sure, she wasn’t about to actually bite him… not tonight, anyway… but usually they weren’t quite so quick to trust her. She managed to keep that surprise veiled from him, though. If he was going to be that easy to win over, then Brandy really shouldn’t have been complaining about it. <br/>
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Her hand reached back to attempt to loosen his hold on her hair. She really couldn’t allow him to savor her mouth if he was holding her quite so tightly by the hair. “Mmm…” she hummed softly to him, still grinding against his throbbing thickness. “Make up your mind, Sir. Tongue or ass? It’s nigh impossible for me to give you both pleasures at once.” The only problem with that statement was that Brandy didn’t know whether or not he was stupid enough to try disproving her… which was something her body certainly wouldn’t bend to obey an attempt at. To do so would literally snap her in two and then he wouldn’t have any toy left.</span>