Swiss leans his head back.
Letting out a deep groan of pleasure.
His warm body moved forward,pressing up against you. the aroma of his strong, exotic cologne excited something in you.
Swiss smelled so good you wanted to bite him.
And you did.
Dew~ "So you are into biting"
Dew comes closer to you, lifting his mask up, just to the point where his mouth had easy access.
>"You smell so good"
Leaning towards your neck, you feel his tongue press against your skin.
His cold mask pressed against your jaw.
He nibbles on the surface of your neck, down to your collar bone, pulling your shirt down slightly.
D~"I could just eat you"
S~"Mh so could i...fuck..."
They spoke softly.
Dew places his hand onto yours, which is massaging Swiss. He moves your hand to the line of Swiss' boxers, pulling them down.
Dew moves his hand to the top of your head, petting you.
>"Go ahead"
Pushing you down to your knees, you find yourself kneeling before Swiss.
You grab him, slowly taking him into your mouth.
S~ "Thats it. Easy now"
Swiss places his hand on the cheek of your flustered face. Rubbing you with his thumb.
"You look so good when you're on your knees for me"
He whimpers from the feeling of you.
Dew kneels down to you and mumbles
>"What about me, little devil?"
There was something about the way he spoke that make all his words 1 thousand times more attractive.
This made your heart pound.
Dew nudges Swiss away as he gets up.
Swiss lets out another groan, from being painfully edged, all the cause of Dew.
D~ readjusing his mask, "Close your eyes" he says, while eying you down.
You cover your eyes with your hands. You hear footsteps leave
A few seconds later followed by footsteps re approaching.
A familiar voice speaks
"Look at me"
You lower your hands, to find Copia standing before you. Next to dew.
Swiss seems to have left though.
The first thing you notice about copia are his strong, aggressive eyes. They almost make you feel small. Like a crumb.
His presence instantly destroyed every thought of power or control you believed you had.
>"Do you trust us?"
Reassuring you're ready for whatever he plans on doing.
"Yes"
You voice quietly, still lost inside his eyes, in which he wouldn't break contact with yours.
....
Dew lets out a small chuckle. Proceeding to turn you around.
Suddenly you feel his strong hands form around your wrists, pulling them behind you, followed by the tight squeeze of a ziptie.
