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Sienna Vale has made her rules clear: Marc swallows his shrinking pills, kneels, and watches as Dominic takes her raw—applauding their every move while his own hands stay locked behind his back. His devotion is measured in the ache of what he can no longer have, and the praise he must give to the man who has it. All he has to do is worship them both—and never, ever touch himself.
Marc kneels on the plush bedroom rug, Sienna's manicured fingers pinching a small blue pill in front of his lips as Dom stretches out naked on the bed behind her, his cock already half-hard. 'Show him
Marcia's knees ache on the rug as Mara's head bobs slower, Dominic's hand tightening in her hair, and Sienna's heel taps Marcia's thigh. 'Tell her how beautiful she looks,' Sienna says, and Marcia's v
Sienna's voice cuts through the wet sounds of Mara's mouth: 'Dom, she's been patient long enough. Take her from behind.' Dominic pulls Marcia up onto the bed, her hands still locked behind her back, a