<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#408080"><div style="text-align: center">As Brad worked up his tempo and worked in a third finger, she bit her lip and made a small sound, a little dizzy from Cole's touches, even if they were more comforting than sexual. It made her wonder if Cole was strictly into men and simply teasing her because it was entertaining and because Brad's eyes sometimes drifted towards her. She really wondered where she fit in with the two of them. Feeling of press of something warm and stiff against her backside, she shivered, knowing exactly what it was. She had to keep herself from pressing back and grinding. It seemed more like an indication that he was still there, the Conductor of this whole thing. As he spoke, she found her eyes drifting to where Brad gripped his shaft and stroked almost in time with his thrusts. Could she match that pace? She felt her hand being moved to the top of her pants and she looked at Cole out of the corner of her eye, cheeks flushed red. She knew he wanted fun and games, but she didn't have a place here, did she? Once he got what he wanted, she would be nothing, right? <br/>
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Even as her thoughts grew more and more dark and depressing, she found her hand moving to slide inside her pants and stroke at her throbbing clit. She rubbed slow at first before she felt compelled to try to match Brad's pace. Her strokes began to increase, chasing away some of her thoughts, but not all of them. Where would she be after all of this? She didn't know and soon she increased her pace to the point where she couldn't think anymore and simply focused on pleasuring herself, even with Cole behind her, able to see all she did to herself. But she couldn't allow herself to think about it or she would lose her rhythm. She slipped one finger into her tight channel and worked it along with her clit, her finger moving in and out while her palm rubbed against her swollen nub. It didn't take long before she was producing soft moans and trembling against Cole.​</div></span>