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Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.
If she didn’t breathe, she was going to explode. The heat under her skin evolved into flames. The balls inside her seemed to triple in size and a flood of wetness pooled between her folds.
Was that supposed to happen? She had worn it for a full twenty minutes already, and it had felt nothing like this. Something had happened from the time she left the lounge to now, and she couldn’t explain or understand it.
She also couldn’t hold her breath any longer. Why was she holding her breath in the first place? She had been perfectly fine regulating her breathing by keeping her body tight to keep those damn balls inside her before.
What was happening to her?
She had to breathe. Her body was burning up. It had to be those ducking balls.
They were starting to look at her funny.
She closed her eyes and exhaled, then gulped in a mouthful of air. She had mistimed the thing completely. She was only supposed to take a breath, not have her whole body undulate in relief at the same time. But that’s what happened.
Her entire body sighed, a welcome respite as relief washed over her.
Her breath wasn’t the only thing she released.
The overwhelming wetness in her pussy resulted in the first metal ball dropping from her folds and clattering to the shiny tiled floor before it bounced once, twice, and then rolled away. She had no hope of keeping the second one inside her, and it followed suit immediately thereafter. She gave up on the third one, and it escaped her pussy with a defeated whimper from her lips.
She watched in true horror as the trio of tiny marble-sized balls rolled and then stopped at the tips of three pairs of dirty boots.
She watched in even more profound horror when Joshua, Case, and Tyler bent down to their haunches… then picked up a ball each, the metal gleaming from the wetness of her body, which she couldn’t explain why she had created in the first place when she had been perfectly fine before, she kept adding.
They unfolded their lithe bodies to their full height, then rolled the small metal spheres between their long, work-roughened fingers, spreading her heat and wetness to their fingers. Their eyes narrowed as they frowned at the objects in their hands.
Oh no.
Flushed red in the face, she closed the distance between them in a heartbeat, her heels sounding deathly loud in the foyer.
“Give me that,” she said, grabbing the balls from their hands and stuffing them into her pocket… which already contained her panties.
She also couldn’t deny they were still slightly warm, and she couldn’t tell if it was from her own body heat or from them touching the balls, but they were also inescapably damp, with the rest of her wetness now coating their fingers.
Oh god, kill her now.
“What are these?” Case asked.
“If you must know, they’re marbles,” she said, proud of herself for thinking up something on the spot.
“Marbles, huh? Whose?” Tyler said next.
“Yes, marbles. Are you hard of hearing? And obviously mine. Haven’t you heard about a thing called a marble before?” Embarrassment made her extra snarky, and they made her feel extra everything already. And by everything, she meant all the annoying stuff.
“Why are your marbles wet, Lacey?” Joshua asked with a rare quarter of a grin on his face.
“Gosh, one would think you three were the town’s busybodies with all these questions. They’re wet because I… washed them—”
Lacey almost nearly died when the three cocky-as-fudgeballs cowboys brought their fingers to their mouths and licked.
Her own mouth fell open in stunned silence.
Oh my god, what was wrong with them that they had to lick their damn fingers?
“They’re for a game of marbles for Andrea’s bachelorette party; you Meddling Myrtles shouldn’t even be in the house right now, so what are you doing here?” She basically yelled out each word as a distraction to stop herself from smacking their fingers away from their mouths.
She really would be better off if she saw less of them. And by less, she meant zero.
