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“You know this one.”

A tiny nod.

“Good.”

Micah gradually rebuilds the rhythm while I stay close enough that my voice remains the easiest thing for her to follow.

“Your body already knows what happens when you stop trying to help.”

She makes a soft sound.

“So eager to be good for us.”

Another impact.

“Even your pussy wants to behave when nobody's giving it what it thinks it needs.”

Her thighs tighten.

Griffin inhales sharply.

Dex makes another helpless sound from the chair.

“Doesn’t it, sweetheart?”

Cami's answer is barely audible, but I hear it.

“Yes.”

I move closer to her ear.

“Then show me again.”

The second orgasm takes longer.

It also takes her considerably deeper.

By the time the tension leaves her body again, her face has gone loose in a way I recognize as the point where continuing simply because we can would stop being useful.

I don't need to know how far we can push her.

I already know she trusts me.

The responsibility attached to that trust is knowing when I have enough.

I leave Micah with her and cross to Dex.

His eyes find mine before I reach him.

I remove the gag slowly and wait for him to take a few full breaths.

“Color?”

“Green. So fucking green.”

I laugh quietly despite myself. “Are you going to be good?”

“Yes, Sir.”