<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#408080"><div style="text-align: center">Her hand soon got slick from the precum and she didn't mind the sensation and it make it easier to stroke him and attempt to get him off. That was the point, yeah? The way Cole's finger moved in and around her achy sex made her tremble and make soft little sounds in the back of her throat, eyes fluttering to stay open so she could see what she was doing and focus on it. She could feel Cole's cock against her hip, hot and demanding, and she tried hard not to think too much of it. If she did, she would lose her rhythm and her will to stay a virgin. She wasn't willing to give that up yet, but Cole seemed very good in the persuading department. She heard his voice and was confused at what he said and soon felt him easing her pants down her legs. She gasped softly in surprise and was going to protest until she felt his wet hand between her cheeks and told her to relax. She didn't have much warning before a finger penetrated her anus and his thumb pressed and massaged her clit.<br/>
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"Ah-Cole!"<br/>
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She groaned out, a mixture of pain and pleasure and confusion. It felt good, it felt strange and she lost her rhythm for a moment but made herself get back into it. She had to learn to handle this. She wanted to learn to handle it. She blushed at the thought of being pants-less, but the combination of pain and pleasure soon made her forgot her half-naked state and focus on Cole's hands and Brad's erection in her hand. She sped up her strokes on Brad, trying to channel some of what she felt in order to focus. She wanted to please them both to the best of her abilities.​</div></span>