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“That’s it, petit oiseau doux,” I praise her as Hayden starts to establish a steady rhythm. “Relax your throat. Let him in deeper.”

I can see her working to fit all of Hayden’s considerable size, her eyes watering slightly with the effort, and I reach up to stroke her flushed cheek. “You’re doing so well,” I say in a low voice. “Taking all of us so perfectly.”

Ford begins to move behind her, his thrusts measured and even at first, and I instinctively match his rhythm. The coordination takes some focus and communication between us, but we’ve known each other long enough that we’re able to synchronize our movements pretty quickly.

“Goddamn, she feels incredible,” Ford groans, his hands gripping her hips with controlled strength. “So fucking tight with both of us inside her.”

Hayden’s breathing becomes increasingly ragged as he thrusts into her mouth, and he’s clearly trying not to go too deep too fast. “Her mouth is perfect,” he pants. “She’s so damn good at this.”

I can see her working hard to take more of him, stubborn determination written all over her face even as tears leak from the corners of her eyes. The way she’s so fucking eager to please us, to take everything we give her, does something to me that affects me a hell of a lot more than the physical sensations racing through me.

“That’s it,” I whisper, stroking her cheek with my thumb. “You’re doing so well. You can take him deeper. I know you can. Just breathe through your nose when he pushes in.”

She looks down at me with complete trust in her eyes, and I guide her through the process with patient instruction. “Let him slide in deeper when you exhale,” I murmur. “Don’t fight it.”

Hayden groans with pleasure as she follows my instructions, taking him deeper than she has before.

“Fuck, that’s amazing,” he breathes roughly. “Just like that, sweetheart.”

“Good girl.” I brush away a tear that’s escaped with my thumb. “So very good for us. You’re taking him—taking all of us—like a fucking goddess.”

With my steady encouragement, she gradually works up to taking Hayden’s full length, her throat working around him as he moves. The sight is hot as hell, and I’m having an increasingly difficult time holding on to my control. The combination of her tight pussy gripping me, the pressure from Ford’s cock through the thin wall separating us, and watching her get so turned on by being thoroughly used by all three of us has me ready to explode. But I force myself to wait, to focus entirely on her pleasure. This is about her, about giving her everything she’s asked for.

Reaching between our joined bodies, I find her clit and start circling it with deliberate pressure from my thumb. Her response is immediate as she moans softly around Hayden’s cock. The vibration of the sound must feel incredible, because he lets out a string of curses as she moans again. Her sounds increase in volume, her whole body tensing up as she squirms between all of us.

When her climax hits, she screams around Hayden’s length. Her walls clench around me so hard I have to grit my teeth and think of anything else to keep from coming right along with her.

“That’s one,” I announce with satisfaction when her violent shaking finally subsides.

She pulls off Hayden’s cock with a gasp, trying to catch her breath. “One what?” she pants, looking beautifully dazed as the last of her climax works its way through her.

“We want to give you twelve,” Ford says with a deep chuckle. “One for each day of Christmas.”

Her eyes widen with shock even as her pupils expand. “Twelve? I honestly don’t know if I can handle that many.”

“You can,” Hayden says with conviction, guiding himself back to her swollen lips. “Remember your previous record? Eight in one night. This is only four more than that.”

“We’ll take as long as we need to,” I add, sharing a meaningful look with Ford over her shoulder. I can see the strain clearly written on his face, how hard he’s fighting to maintain control. We’re all hanging on by a thread, but we’ll do whatever it takes to give her exactly what she deserves.

Hayden slides back into her mouth, and we resume our coordinated rhythm. The second orgasm builds more slowly, but when it finally crests and crashes through her, it’s clearly every bit as intense as the first.

“Two,” Hayden declares with obvious satisfaction.

We continue like this for what feels like hours, working her responsive body in a coordinated effort. Each successive climax seems to make the next one easier to achieve, her body becoming increasingly sensitive and pliable with each peak.

By the time we reach eight orgasms, matching her previous record, she’s shaking from head to toe. Her skin is beautifully flushed and damp with perspiration, and she can barely manage to hold herself upright without our support.

“Four more to go,” I remind her, even though my own control is hanging by the thinnest of threads. My cock is harder than it’s ever been, and my balls ache with the need to come, every muscle in my body coiled tight.

“Nine,” Ford counts in a low grunt as she falls apart again, her cry of pleasure muffled around Hayden’s shaft.

“Ten.” The next orgasm rolls through her trembling body like a wave, gentler than some of the others but no less satisfying to witness.

“Eleven.” Her entire body convulses with this one, arching and shaking so violently that Ford and I have to stop thrusting to steady her through it.

“One more,” I tell her, my voice hoarse. “Give us just one more, petit oiseau doux. I know you can do it.”

I pinch her clit lightly as I speak, and she jerks at the sudden rush of sensation. She slides off Hayden’s cock with a wet pop as a scream tears from her throat, raw and broken and utterly beautiful, echoing through the room as she comes one last time.