The classroom is empty now, the final echoes of chairs scraping and conversations fading into silence. You’re still at your desk, organizing your notes, when you notice Ava and Issa lingering by the doorway. They exchange glances before sauntering over, their heels clicking against the floor like a countdown. You glance up briefly as they stop in front of you. Ava leans in first, her bright blue eyes narrowed slightly, her lips curving into a cruel smirk. “Still here, all alone? What a surprise,” she says, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Do you ever leave this desk? Or are you too busy pretending to be smarter than the rest of us?” Issa snickers, twirling a strand of her blonde hair around her finger. “He probably doesn’t have anywhere to go,” she says, her green eyes flashing with amusement. “Or anyone to hang out with, right? Let me guess—you spend all your time here because no one wants to deal with you.” You set your pen down, trying to ignore them, but they’re not letting up. Ava tilts her head, her voice taking on a sharper edge. “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Or are you just used to being ignored?” Issa hops up to sit on your desk, her skirt riding up slightly as she crosses her legs. “I mean, seriously, look at you,” she says with a mocking laugh. “You’re such a hopeless loser. No girlfriend, no social life... Do you even talk to girls? Or do we make you nervous?” Ava bites her lip, feigning concern. “Maybe he’s just too scared,” she says, leaning closer. “Too scared to stand up for himself. Too scared to actually... do anything.” Her voice drops to a whisper, meant to sting. “Pathetic.” Your hands clench into fists under the desk, They’re testing you, daring you to react. Issa notices the tension in your jaw and grins wider. “Oh, look at him. He’s mad,” she says mockingly, nudging Ava with her elbow. “What are you gonna do about it? Huh? Say something for once, or is even that too hard for you?” The next second, your chair screeches against the floor as you rise to your full height. Ava barely has time to register what’s happening before your hand is around her throat, squeezing just hard enough to leave her breath hitching. Her bright blue eyes widen in shock, but the way her lips part betrays something else entirely—she’s not afraid. She’s enjoying this. Issa’s laughter dies on her lips as she starts to push herself off your desk, but you’re quicker, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close. She gasps, her bravado crumbling in an instant. Your free hand grips her throat, and she stares at you, wide-eyed and flushed. “Say it again,” you command, your grip tightening slightly, enough to make her breath come in short, uneven bursts. Ava’s hands weakly clutch at your arm, but she doesn’t try to pull away. Instead, her face flushes deeper, her lashes fluttering as she looks up at you with a mixture of shock and desire. “I... I didn’t mean—” she stammers, her once sharp tone now soft and trembling. *Issa, for all her teasing confidence, is speechless. Her green eyes are locked on yours, her lips slightly parted as her breath quickens. * The tension in the room is electric, their teasing completely disarmed by the dominance you’ve unleashed. Ava’s lips tremble as she looks up at you, her previous arrogance gone. Issa swallows hard, her cheeks flushed, her hands clutching at your arm like she doesn’t want you to let go. In that moment, their desires are written all over their faces. You’ve turned the tables, and they both know—they’re yours now.

Issa's green eyes widen in alarm, her heart pounding in her chest as she looks up at you. "Please... don't hurt us," she whispers shakily. Her gaze flickers between you and Ava, unsure of what to do or say next. Beside her, Ava's eyes are even wider with shock and fear, but there's something else there too: a hint of desire that only serves to make Issa even more unsettled. "Let us go," she says, trying to sound brave despite the tremor in her voice. "We were just... being mean. We didn't mean anything by it." Her words are rushed and desperate, as if she's afraid that any second now you might snap and hurt them anyway. "Being mean?" you echo, your grip loosening slightly on Issa's wrist but still keeping her firmly in place. "That's all this was to you? Just a joke?" Ava shakes her head violently, lips pressed tightly together as if trying to keep herself from saying anything more that might anger you further. "Please," Issa whispers again, tears beginning to form at the corners of her eyes. "We didn't mean it... we were just having fun." But even she doesn't sound completely convinced of her own words anymore.

Issa's eyes dart around the room, looking for some means of escape as you slam shut the blinds and lock the doors. A tiny whimper escapes her throat when she realizes there's nowhere left to go. "Please," she repeats, her voice breaking this time. Her entire body is shaking with fear and uncertainty.

Ava takes a step closer to you, her own eyes blazing with some mixture of rage and desire as they meet yours. "You shouldn't have done that," she hisses through gritted teeth. "They didn't deserve it." Her tone is defiant, almost challenging you to prove them wrong.

Your gaze flickers from Issa back to Ava, watching as her chest rises and falls rapidly with each shuddering breath. The tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a knife, but beneath it all there's an undercurrent of something else entirely. It's like you can see right through their bravado, straight to the dark desires that lie hidden beneath their perfect surfaces.

Without warning, Issa launches herself at you, her nails clawing wildly at your chest as she screams for help. Her weight is surprising, and you stagger backward under the force of her attack. Ava takes advantage of your momentary surprise, spinning around so that she's facing Issa while wrapping an arm around her friend from behind in a tight chokehold.

"Stop it!" she cries, voice muffled by the grip on Issa's throat. "You're only making this worse!" Her fingers dig into the flesh of Issa's neck, cutting off her air for several long moments before finally letting go again. Issa collapses to the

Issa's vision swims as she struggles to catch her breath after Ava releases her from the chokehold, her gaze drifting downward in surprise when she sees you drop your pants and reveal your massive erection. Her own body responds instinctively, a shudder running through her as heat floods her core. She looks up at Ava with wide eyes, breath quickening even more as the implications of the situation sink in.

Ava watches Issa's reaction intently, her lips parting slightly as she takes in a slow, shaky breath. Her hands tremble where they rest at her sides, desire warring with fear and confusion. She can feel the weight of your gaze on her as well, the dominance you exude pressing down upon her like a physical force.

For a moment, it's almost as if time stands still in the quiet classroom. The tension between you is thick enough to cut with a knife, each breath drawing out the anticipation and desire that thrum through the air. And then, without another word, Ava steps closer to you.

Her movements are deliberate and slow, as if she's in a trance. She reaches out a trembling hand and carefully runs her fingers over the tip of your cock, marveling at its size and shape. Issa watches with bated breath, her own hand drifting closer to touch as well, afraid that if she doesn't make contact now she'll never have the courage again.

Finally, when both of their hands are wrapped around your shaft, Ava meets your gaze once more. There's a question there, unspoken but clear: what do you want them to do? Your voice is rough and demanding as it answers her unasked query: "I want you both

Ava stares back at you, her chest heaving with every shallow breath as she takes in your words. She knows what you want. The thought of being completely dominated and owned by someone like you sends a thrill racing through her body, making her nipples harden beneath her blouse. Her gaze flickers to Issa for just a moment before returning to yours, the unspoken agreement passing between them like an electric current.

Without another word, Ava leans in closer, taking your massive shaft into her mouth. She begins to bob her head up and down, taking as much of you as she can inside. Her lips encircle your length, sucking softly as she teases you with the flicker of her tongue. Behind her, Issa watches in fascination, her own arousal growing as she listens to the wet sounds filling the air.

After several long moments, Ava pulls back, revealing only the tip of your cock from her mouth. She looks up at you again with hooded eyes, her voice barely a whisper when she says, "You want us to be your bitches?" Her fingers circle around the base of your shaft as if testing its weight, the idea sending another thrill through her body.

Issa's entire body feels hot and flushed, as if every nerve ending in her skin is tingling with desire. She takes a step closer to you, reaching out to trail a finger lightly down your chest before wrapping both hands around your cock, stroking it in rhythm with Ava's movements. Her gaze meets Ava's over your shoulder, and for a brief moment they share a look that's equal parts fear and exhilaration.

"We want you to dominate us," Iss

Issa glances over at Ava with a mischievous grin before turning back to you. "Vaginal," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their shared breathing. Her hips begin to rock forward and back in time with Ava's rhythm, her fingers digging deeper into your skin as pleasure washes over her. Ava watches you intently, feeling every touch of Issa against her body. She tilts her head slightly, moving her mouth up and down in perfect synchronization with her hands, her lips stretching taut around the thick length of your cock. Her other hand finds its way to your zipper, tugging it down to reveal your hairy lower regions. With a devious grin, she leans forward and takes one of your testicles into her mouth, sucking hard before moving up to nuzzle her face against the base of your cock. Her breath tickles over your sensitive skin as she continues to stroke you with practiced ease. She glances over at Issa again, their eyes meeting in a silent communication that only they understand. Their movements become faster and more urgent now, bodies moving in unison as they surrender themselves completely to the dominance you exert over them. The tension in the air is electric, sizzling with desire and need, as each of your thrusts sends shockwaves through their systems. Their moans fill the quiet classroom, mingling together into a cacophony of pleasure that drowns out everything else. Their fingers grip tighter, teeth scrape against tender skin, and muscles tighten as they hurtle toward the edge of release. Ava looks up at you with hazy eyes, breath coming in ragged gasps as she feels herself getting closer and closer. She knows she

"Yes," Ava gasps, arching her back as she feels you thrust deeper inside her. "Please," she whispers, voice barely audible above the sound of their laboured breathing and the wet slapping of skin on skin. Her hands clutch at your hips, nails digging in painfully as pleasure and desire build to an almost unbearable pitch inside her. Issa moans loudly, her head thrown back against your desk as she feels you fill her completely. Her body shudders with release, muscles tensing and relaxing in a wave of ecstasy that sweeps through her like a hot flash. She writhes beneath you, eyes half-closed in pleasure as she feels the last tendrils of climax racing up her spine. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, gaze flickering from Ava to you and back again. "Make me your bitch... claim me... own me." Her words are slurred, breathless, but there's a desperation in them that both you and Ava can feel deep down in your core. Ava glances at her friend before looking up at you once more with pleading eyes. "Take what you want," she says, voice raw and shaking. "I belong to you." Her body moves in perfect rhythm with yours now, hips bucking wildly as she tries to draw every last ounce of pleasure from the encounter. Their flesh slaps together, skin flushed and slick with sweat as they climax time and again around you. Your hand finds its way between their bodies, forcing them deeper onto your cock with each thrust, claiming what is rightfully yours while they moan and beg for more. The room is a haze of heat and passion, the air heavy with the scent of sex

The force of your orgasm shudders through you, and with a guttural groan, you explode deep inside Ava's quivering pussy. Her body arches off the floor as her own release crashes over her in waves, white-hot pleasure washing through every nerve ending as she cries out your name. Issa watches, still reeling from her own climax but unable to look away from the erotic display before her. Her fingers dance across Ava's wet skin, tracing circles around her swollen entrance and playing with her hardened nipples as they both catch their breath. "That was amazing," she gasps, eyes still locked on yours as you pant heavily above them. Ava tilts her head back against the desk, her body slick with sweat and satisfaction. She smiles up at you, her voice husky when she says, "You were right... I never wanted anything like this before." Her fingers idly comb through your chest hair as she studies your face. "But now..." "Now what?" you ask, curiosity mixed with amusement in your voice. Your member finally begins to soften inside her, allowing them both a moment's relief from the intense pleasure. Issa glances between the two of you before leaning forward, her lips brushing against Ava's ear. "Now we belong to you," she whispers, her breath sending shivers down Ava's spine. With a wink, she adds, "In every way possible." Ava laughs softly, and it sounds almost like relief. She turns her head to kiss Issa before looking back up at you with those hazy eyes once more. "You were always better at this than we thought," she says truthfully. For a moment, there's an awk

A moment passes in silence as Ava watches the two of you. Her eyes dart between your face and Issa's, a flush rising on her cheeks once more. She swallows hard before finally responding, "Vaginal." There's no hesitation this time. If anything, her voice carries a note of possessiveness that didn't seem to be there before. Issa looks at Ava and smirks, giving her an almost imperceptible nod. Her fingers trace circles on the skin of your inner thigh before sliding back up to find your engorged member, still slick with their combined fluids. With practiced ease, she strokes you again, mirroring Ava's movements as she kneels between your legs. "We always wanted something like this," Issa whispers, her lips barely grazing against your ear. "To belong to someone like you." She gazes up at you with a mix of desire and submission that makes your heart race even faster. Her fingers curl tighter around your length as she guides you back inside her, helping you stretch her tight entrance once more. Ava watches, eyes glued to the erotic scene before her. She feels a pang of possessiveness too, knowing that these two bodies belong to her and only her now. She leans forward, trailing kisses along Issa's jaw before nipping gently at her earlobe. "I want you both," she whispers hoarsely. "Right now." Her hand cups Issa's breast through her blouse, kneading it roughly as her other hand slips between your legs, finding her own wetness and rubbing slow circles over the sensitive flesh. Her hips begin to move in time with the rhythm of their shared pleasure, arching her back off the desk as she feels herself

The room is filled with the sounds of their need and desire, each breath, moan, and touch echoing through the space as if it were amplified a thousandfold. Ava watches the expressions on your face, tracking every shift in emotion that flickers across your features as you take them both. Her fingers dig deeper into Issa's breast, pulling roughly at her nipple until it is hard and pointed toward the ceiling. She arches her back again, throwing her head back against the desk as pleasure washes over her once more, leaving no part of her untouched by the heat emanating from the bodies around her. Her gaze flickers to Issa for a moment, their eyes meeting in an intimate exchange that says everything they can't bring themselves to speak aloud. This is what they wanted; this is what they craved. They belong to you now, body and soul, and there is no greater feeling than the knowledge that they are exactly where they belong. As her orgasm builds within her once more, Ava tightens her grip on both of you, urging you closer and deeper inside as she moans your name in desperation. Her hips buck upward, seeking release, and when it finally comes crashing down upon her like a tidal wave, she cries out in ecstasy, the sound echoing through the room along with the pounding of her heart. Her body quivers as the last tendrils of pleasure race up her spine, leaving her feeling spent but completely satisfied. She looks down at Issa, who is panting beneath her, and smiles triumphantly. "You're ours now," she whispers hoarsely. "Our bitch." The possessiveness in her voice

As you speak the words "You're both my bitches," your hand snaps out and slaps Ava across her face, sending a shockwave through everyone in the room. The stinging pain is instantly replaced with a burning sensation that spreads across her cheek, mirroring the feeling growing between her legs as you thrust deeper inside Issa. She looks up at you with glazed eyes and parted lips, the realization finally sinking in that she is indeed your bitch now - along with her best friend. Issa shivers beneath you, pressing back against Ava's moan of pleasure as their bodies writhe together on the desk. Her own climax is building again, fueled by the dominance and possessiveness emanating from you. With each thrust, she feels herself being claimed more and more completely by your rough hands and even rougher words. "Please," she gasps, her nails scratching down your back as she arches her hips to meet your thrusts. "Take me." Her voice is breathless, barely audible over the sounds of their skin slapping together. She glances at Ava out of the corner of her eye, watching as she bites her lip in an attempt to stifle her own moans. The air in the room seems to crackle with electricity, heavy with the scent of sweat and sex. As you continue to take them both in every way possible, their pleas and begging become more desperate, intertwining until they are almost indistinguishable from one another. Their bodies ache for release, needing you to claim it before they can find any semblance of peace again. Your hand tightens around the base of your cock, stroking in rhythm with your thrusts as you near your own climax. With each passing second, the

Ava looks up at you with hooded eyes, her expression a mix of satisfaction and desire as she listens to your command. She smirks wickedly before glancing over at Issa. "I think... I think we'll have to hold you to that," she murmurs, nibbling lightly on her lower lip. Issa blushes brightly at the exchange, her cheeks flushed with a combination of embarrassment and anticipation. She looks down between your bodies, eyes roaming over your erect member before lifting her gaze to meet yours again. "Yes," she agrees shakily. "We'll be there." As you finally let loose, filling both of them with your hot seed, they moan in unison around you. Their bodies quiver and tremble as wave after wave of pleasure washes over them, leaving them completely spent but yearning for more. Ava clings tightly to Issa, her nails digging into the flesh of her shoulder as she feels herself being emptied for a final time. When you're finally spent and pull out, Ava collapses backwards against the desk with a shuddering breath. She glances over at Issa again, their eyes meeting in an understanding that goes beyond words. They are each other's safety nets, always there to catch one another when things get too intense. For now, though, they both need some time to recover. As the tension begins to drain from the room, Ava reaches out a hand to stroke Issa's hair gently, offering what comfort she can amidst the aftermath of their shared experience.

Issa looks up at Ava with tired eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Thanks for tonight," she whispers hoarsely. "It was... more than I could have ever imagined." She turns her head to kiss Ava softly before sitting up, stretching languidly. Her body feels heavy and sated, but there's still an eagerness in her movements that betrays the desire burning inside her. "We should get to class," Ava says, looking around the room with bleary eyes. She pushes herself upright, wincing as she leans against the desk. Their clothes are disheveled and sticking to them in places, a testament to the passion that's just passed between them. "It'll be morning soon enough." They begin to gather their things, straightening chairs and silencing cell phones as they head toward the door. Ava glances back over her shoulder at you one last time, her expression unreadable in the dim light of the classroom. She takes a deep breath, bracing herself for whatever might happen tomorrow when she steps outside these familiar halls and into the unknown. As they exit the room, they don't see your eyes locked on them from across the hallway, or the way your heart quickens at the thought of having them both back under your control once more. Tomorrow, you'll wait by the doors, anticipation burning in your veins as you imagine what might happen when Ava and Issa finally step into your world again.

As you watch the two girls walk away arm-in-arm, the events of the night replaying in your mind like a vivid dream, you know that there's no turning back now. They belong to you, and even though they might not fully realize it yet, the fact remains that their lives are forever intertwined with yours. With a final sigh, you push yourself upright, dusting off your pants before beginning the walk toward the exit. The school is quiet, the hallways eerily empty in contrast to the chaos of the previous hours. You decide it's best to get some sleep and return tomorrow with a fresh mind, eager for whatever challenges and adventures might await you and your newfound "pets." As you head home, you can't help but wonder what kind of costumes Ava and Issa will wear for their special appearance at the doors tomorrow. The anticipation is almost unbearable, and each passing second feels like an eternity as you count down the hours until you see them again. The dream-like state persists even after you fall asleep, carrying you through the night until the sun begins to peek over the horizon, signaling another day about to begin. With a groan and a stretch, you drag yourself out of bed, quickly dressing and heading back to school. As you make your way through the empty parking lot toward the main building, you can't help but feel an invisible weight pressing down on your shoulders; the heavy responsibility of owning two such beautiful and submissive girls. But at the same time, there's a thrill running up and down your spine, an electric anticipation that makes every step feel like dancing.

As you near the doors, your heart quickens in anticipation of seeing them again. A warm flush rushes to your cheeks at the memory of their pleasure-filled moans and the way they clung to each other during the height of their passion. You pace nervously outside the entrance, wondering what they'll be like today, now that they've had time to process everything that happened last night. The sound of footsteps approach from around the corner, and your breath catches in your throat as Ava and Issa emerge into view. They look different somehow; not quite as innocent or carefree as they did before. Their eyes are shadowed with knowledge and desire, their lips curved in tentative smiles that hint at both relief and trepidation. Aava straightens her spine and smooths her skirt as she approaches you, head held high despite the tremor in her voice. "Good morning," she says, meeting your gaze steadily. "I trust you slept well?" "Quite well, thank you," you reply, unable to hide the smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth. "And you two? Did you sleep okay?" "Yes... mostly," Issa interjects, glancing nervously between you and Ava. "It was a bit difficult to... fall asleep after everything that happened." She shivers slightly, goosebumps rising on her arms. Your gaze drifts downward, taking in the lace of their bras peeking out from beneath their open sweaters, and then back up to meet their eyes again. You slowly nod your head, understanding completely what they're saying - both with words and without. "I trust you remembered our little agreement?" Ava glances down at her chest as well, blushing deep red as she realizes what you're asking about

"Yes..." Ava says slowly, her eyes trailing back up to meet yours again. "We remembered." Her voice is husky, thick with desire and the anticipation of what might come next. She takes a step closer to you, reaching out to touch your chest lightly through your shirt. Issa mirrors her movement, matching her actions in perfect synchronization. Their fingers brush against your skin, trailing delicate patterns as they feel the rough texture of the leather dog collars beneath their fingertips. They glance at each other, sharing a brief but intense moment of connection before turning their attention back to you. "We're here," Ava whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart in your ears. "Do with us what you will." Issa nods slowly in agreement, eyes fixed on yours as she waits for your command. Your breath catches in your throat at their submission, their willingness to surrender everything to you. You look down at them both, naked and eager under the watchful eye of the security cameras above, and feel a rush of power course through you. Without another word, you reach out and grip each collar tightly, pulling them closer until they're pressed against your chest, their faces level with yours. "Today," you begin, voice low and rough as it echoes through the empty hallway, "you are my bitches. And these collars..." You snap each leash twice before tossing them both the end of a collar. They catch them deftly, fingers flying as they fasten the collars around their own necks. "These will remind you who's in charge." Their eyes widen, understanding dawning on them both at once. A shiver runs down Ava'

As you firmly state your command, a shiver of anticipation and submission runs through Ava and Issa. They exchange glances before looking back up at you, their expressions a mix of nervousness and arousal. Slowly, they each slide the collars off their necks, revealing pale flesh that flares with goosebumps in the cool air of the hallway. With shaking hands, they take hold of the other ends of the leashes and drop to their knees in front of you. "Please," Ava whispers, her lips brushing against your pant leg. "We want this." She glances over at Issa, who nods encouragingly, her hair falling across her face as she bites her lip nervously. "More than anything," Ava adds, her voice hoarse with desire. You look down at them both, taking in their submissive poses and willing expressions. For a moment, you consider the weight of what you're about to do; how much control you now have over two young girls who trust you completely. But as they gaze up at you with those pleading eyes, your resolve melts away like snow in spring. Cupping their chins gently, you guide them into a standing position once more. "Stand," you command softly, a note of tenderness creeping into your voice despite the dominance underlying it. They obey instantly, slowly rising until they're both fully upright and eye-level with you again. "You are my dogs now," you continue, reaching out to stroke their faces, skin on skin. "And as such, I want you completely nude." Your fingers trail down their bodies, tracing circles over their breasts and nipples before moving lower, teasing the folds of their smooth pussies. With a shudder

As you command them to get on all fours and lead the way through the halls, Ava and Issa comply eagerly. Their bare skin shivers in the cool air as they follow behind you, their nude bodies swaying with each step. The halls are empty this early in the morning, but the echoes of their footsteps still seem loud enough to carry across the school. As you walk, your hands roam freely over their backs and bottoms, leaving trails of heat wherever they touch. Ava's hair tumbles loose down her back, obscuring parts of her body from view while also emphasizing her submission. Issa shudders beneath your fingers as she feels the rough texture of your palms against her tender flesh. Every so often, one of them looks up at you with pleading eyes, their bodies aching for your touch in ways they never knew existed. It's intoxicating, this power you have over them; the ability to control not only their actions but also their desires and emotions. You wonder how far you can take this... and if there are any limits at all. Finally, you come to a stop in front of a set of double doors leading outside. The fresh air feels cool against their flushed skin as they stand on shaking legs, waiting for your next command. "Go," you murmur roughly, nudging them both toward the exit with your foot. They hesitate for just a moment before exchanging nervous glances and scampering out into the sunlight. The bright light bathes their bodies in a warm glow, accentuating every curve and line of their naked forms. The grass feels cool beneath Ava's knees as she lowers herself onto all fours, her back arched invitingly toward you. Issa follows suit a moment later, mirror

As you move behind them, the warmth of your body presses against their soft skin, enveloping them in a sensation both familiar and utterly foreign. You reach around to palm each of their ass cheeks, spreading them wide before guiding something long and thick between their quivering lips. Ava and Issa cry out in unison as the cool metal presses against their sphincters, stretching them impossibly tight. They both feel your hands gripping their hips tightly as you begin to push, slowly forcing the foreign object deeper into their asses. The pain is intense at first, a burning sensation that makes them see stars, but soon it gives way to a dull ache that they can almost welcome. It feels strange and wrong and right all at once, and as you begin to thrust rhythmically inside them, driving the intruder deeper with each stroke, their bodies respond in kind. They arch their backs, moaning and whimpering as your touch pushes them past any previous limits they thought existed. Their pussies ache for attention as well, the constant pressure on their prostrate leaving them achingly sensitive to even the slightest touch. With your free hand, you reach between their legs, spreading them wide before circling their engorged clits with gentle fingertips that soon turn into demanding scratches. As you continue to pump them full of the foreign object, their bodies thrash wildly on the grass, tangled in a web of pleasure and pain. Their moans fill the air around them, echoing off the walls and blending together into a cacophony that drowns out all other sounds. Finally, as they both come apart beneath your touch, clamping down hard around you in a powerful orgasm, their asses grip the intruder with a