#˗ˏˋ prose ⟶ ❛ gwendolyn marsh ❜

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OPEN TO: f / m / nb

CHARACTER: sullivan reid / 25 / jacob elordi & gwendolyn marsh / 25  / sydney sweeney.

PLOT: in the source.

     A LOUD WHISTLE LEAVES SULLIVAN’S lips as he watches gwendolyn thrust her hips forward. the first few inches of the massive dildo sink into their toy, stretching them open in the most deliciously lewd way. “ just like that, princess, ” he encourages. no, he’s not reassuring their plaything. he couldn��t care less about what they think or how they feel. his words are meant for gwendolyn, who is using a strapon for the first time. to assist her, he’s sitting behind their toy, keeping their legs spread open wide so that she has easier access to them. “ what do you think ? ” he asks, arching an eyebrow curiously. “ you like destroying this whore’s sweet little hole ? ”

     SUCKING HER BOTTOM LIP BETWEEN her teeth, gwendolyn eagerly bobs her head up and down. “ i do, ” she agrees, her gaze darting from sullivan to their toy and back again. she wants to earn more of his encouragement. more of his praise. so, she tugs her hips back, dragging the toy from their abused hole. pausing for a second, she lets time drag on. and then she slams forward. this time, almost all of the dildo disappears inside of their plaything. “ oh. look at them, ” she coos, starting to really get into it. she glances up, meeting their toy’s gaze. “taking my giant cock. how does it feel, being split open ? you look so sexy. ”

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name: gwendolyn marsh. // age: mid 20's. // gender: cis female. // pronouns: she/her. // romantic: panromantic. // sexual: pansexual. // position: switch. // occupation: college student ( engineering ). // faceclaim: sydney sweeney.

gwendolyn is a college student majoring in engineering. born to a mother who was forty-one at the time of her conception, gwendolyn was a happy surprise. traditionalists in their upbringing of her, they limited gwen’s exposure to technology, instead fostering in her curiosity for learning. although she has three older siblings, the significant age gap often left gwendolyn feeling excluded from their activities. and at school, her old-fashioned upbringing made her the target of teasing and taunts from her peers. these experiences, combined with her desire to break free from her sheltered upbringing, led gwendolyn to leave home and attend college out of state.

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     “ KISS ASS, ” ANGELICA MUTTERS UNDER her breath, shooting daggers at the woman currently propping her up. gwendolyn is always so eager to please. having someone mad at her is like the end of the world for the blonde. she thrives on praise and falls apart when she’s faced with any bit of criticism. it’s sickening. angelica herself has never had that problem. will likely never have that problem. she’ll be defiant to the very end. it’s through wide brown hues that she watches bronson firmly grasp kensington’s jaw. his touch doesn’t seem especially brotherly.,, then again, what does she know ? she’s seconds away from stepping in when he takes a jab at her. “ excuse you ? ” the brunette responds, resting a hand on her hip and arching one of her perfectly manicured eyebrows. the effect is lessened by the fact that she almost stumbles over her own two feet. still. she straightens, about to call him out or defend herself or do something. then the male starts fondling his sister’s breasts, and impossibly, her eyes get even wider. “ so… more than just siblings. got it. ”

     KENSINGTON WOULD JOIN ANGELICA IN glaring at their friend, were her chin not being gripped so tightly by bronson. as it is, she can only look at her brother. the anger in his gaze is not a good sign. not good at all. every other time she’s seen him this furious, she’s had hell to pay. tonight will likely be no different. though she’d expected him to wait until angelica and gwendolyn were gone. never in her wildest dreams would she have predicted he’d make a move with them around to witness it. what the two of them do is usually done in the dead of night, behind closed doors. she hasn’t even told her two best friends. not that she has to worry about that, now. bronson is groping her tits in full view of both of them. the cat’s out of the bag. “ what’s wrong with my dress ? ” kensi knows good and well what’s wrong with it. it’s short and sparkly and shows way too much skin. but she’s playing dumb. and trying not to arch her back into his touch. “ very sorry. ”

     A PRETTY PINK FLUSH CREEPS its way up onto gwendolyn’s cheeks when angelica calls her a kiss ass. it’s not something she can help. the thought of upsetting someone or letting them down causes her intense anxiety. and bronson being the one she upsets ? that would be her worst nightmare. she’s had a huge crush on her best friend’s brother for as long as she’s known kensington. so, of course she’s going to suck up to him. just hearing him say she has good sense causes butterflies to take flight inside her stomach. those butterflies take a nosedive when he reaches out and starts fondling kensi’s breasts. like angelica, gwen’s eyes widen, and she’s momentarily struck speechless. she certainly wasn't been expecting this plot twist. it doesn’t seem to be a new development, either. based on the way kensi is acting, she would bet this has happened before. and honestly ? gwendolyn thinks it’s kind of hot. “ we’re all very sorry, ” she agrees, elbowing angelica to try and get across that she needs to keep her fucking mouth shut. her commentary is absolutely not needed.

THIS CHAOS IS EXACTLY WHY HE NEVER WANTED THEM HERE. dealing with one dumb girl is test enough, but having three of them? and drunk? bronson should have just rolled over and put off this whole ordeal until the morning, when his younger sister would be alone and likely more susceptible to the idea of making it up to him. it's irrelevant now though. here they stand before male, showing no sign of leaving, disrespecting him even after he clearly voiced his unhappiness at the situation. there's definitely a lesson to be learnt here and tonight he intends on teaching it. "can you shut the fuck up, ken?" the grasp on her wrist grows tighter, his other hand locking on her jaw and squeezing. "you think you're safe because your slutty little friends are here? that one can barely stand up. look at her, she's a mess." intense blues shift away from kensington and hold the brazen stare of the aforementioned angelica as his head shakes in disapproval. "at least that one has the good sense to apologize," nods in the direction of gwendolyn, flicking his gaze over to the retiring blonde and taking note of her obedience. that will either be helpful or a hindrance to his plans going forward. turning back to his insolent sibling, disgust contorts masculine features, running his eyes all over her smaller body and studying every detail of the outfit she's wearing. "did you seriously go out in that? you make me sick." finally, his iron grip loosens from her wrist but instead lands upon kensie's chest, fondling at her tits in full view of her friends. "are you sorry?"

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      AS GABRIEL PROWLS TOWARDS HER, his movements slow and measured, gwendolyn’s heartbeat picks up its pace. within her chest, it beats a rapid rhythm. boom. boom. boom. this must be how a gazelle feels when it’s being stalked by a lion. the only difference ? she willingly walked into these men’s den. like a sacrificial lamb, she’s offering herself up for slaughter. she just hopes that they won’t eat her alive. or does she hope for the opposite ? that they’ll devour her whole ? she isn’t sure. an obscenely short, silky red dress is her only armor today. gwen doubts it will stay on her toned, curvaceous form for long. yet her choice of attire is graciously rewarded; first with a kiss, then with praise. and finally with a slap on the ass. gabriel's hand against her bottom draws a quiet gasp from her plump, glossed lips, the only response she has time to give before she’s pushed into the other man’s lap. as soon as she lands, she adjusts herself, making sure to rub her voluptuous ass directly over the crotch of his pants as she does so.  “ hello, ” she greats, her tone coquettish despite her lewd behavior.

      AT FIRST, BASTIAN ISN’T SURE what to do with the beautiful blonde woman who’s just landed on his lap. his body catches on way before his mind does, though. as gwendolyn wiggles around on top of him, the man’s cock starts to harden within the confines of his jeans. it’s been over three years since he’s used anything besides his hand to pleasure himself, thanks to his wife’s deteriorating health and eventual death six months ago. so, he feels a little rusty and out of practice. yet his friends and family have been insistent that it’s time for him to get back on the horse. bastian has to admit, this probably isn’t what they’d had in mind. they’d probably thought he would get on a dating app or find some other way to meet a nice woman his own age to wine and dine. certainly, they hadn’t predicted that he’d get together with his good friend gabriel, plotting and scheming on how to ruin a perfectly pleasant young woman. but everyone has to have their hobbies, don’t they ? theirs just happens to be a bit… well, seedier, in nature. as if drawn like a moth to flames, his hands move to squeeze and fondle the ample breasts of the woman in question. “ fuck, man. can’t wait to get my cock between these knockers, ” he groans, roughly pinching one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

open to: anyone over 21. no inc*st.

plot: gabriel has invited one of his friends to have his way with your muse. he plans on joining too. up to you if they had talked about it beforehand or not.

both men are sprawled on the velvety sofa, chatting casually while sharing a drink. gabriel's eyes take their breathtaking figure in as soon as the door closes behind them, a fire akin to hunger darkening his gaze. he cuts the distance between the newcomer and himself slowly, not unlike a hunter gauging in his prey. "look at you, all dolled up." two finger's lift their chin, pulling them into a searing kiss. "just like daddy likes it," his words are hushed, low, cognizant. with a light smack to their perky ass, gabriel all but pushes them onto his friend's lap. both men had discussed the events of the night thoughtfully, shared each of their wildest fantasies. both of them hyper-aware of the unholy things they were about to do that precious cinnamon roll, how they were using them for their own pleasure. "say hi to daddy's friend, sweetheart," he cooed, his breath on their neck.

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      SULLIVAN’S MOUTH ALMOST HITS THE floor when gwendolyn suggests that he fuck elysia’s ass while she continues stuffing the female’s cunt full of her giant toy. yes, he’d thought his girlfriend would enjoy the experience of topping another woman. but he hadn��t realized just how into it she would be. to say it’s hot would be the understatement of the century. simply hearing the blonde use such filthy language has his cock eagerly drooling precum, the thick length straining against the confines of his pants. “ that’s the best idea i’ve heard all night, ” he admits, shifting the tiny brunette forward so he can tug his shaft free of his clothing. it immediately springs to attention, ready to claim their toy’s tight asshole. “i hope you don’t think i’m going to be doing all the work, ” he sneers, propping himself up with both hands. “ if you want both your slutty little holes stretched open, you’ll sit yourself down on my dick. ”

      THE COMPLIMENT THAT SULLIVAN BESTOWS upon her is the exact reason why gwendolyn is being so nasty towards elysia. like tinkerbell, she lives for attention. and the best form of attention ? praise. she holds nothing against the other female. in another life, they could possibly be friends. hell, maybe even in this one. but she knows what her boyfriend likes, and – as a good girlfriend – is more than willing to cater to his tastes. the more fucked up, the better: that’s what sully enjoys. and the cherry on top ? gwen is discovering that she feels similarly. “ we’re going to leave you gaping, sweetheart,” she promises, momentarily removing the dildo from elysia's cunt. without warning or fanfare, she follows it up by slipping two of her fingers into the other female, gathering up her sticky arousal on both digits. then she takes a few seconds to fuck them into elysia’s tight ass. “ sorry. no lube. that will just have to do, ” she giggles, even though there’s a bottle sitting not even ten feet away. 

agitation bites at the corners of her pleasure. why are they so keen on wanting her to talk? why can't she just lay here and take it like the whore they claim her to be? still, she can't deny the couple in what they want and she takes a moment to focus on what they're asking of her. "both ... both holes?" her mind goes blank at the possibility. head shifts up to look at the male as she asks, "would you?" it's greedy and it's exactly the light he's painting her in but she can't help herself. with the beautiful blonde pounding into her from above, she can't imagine what it would feel like to have a real cock being stuffed into her from behind. her voice whines and she shifts against sullivan as gwen tweaks and toys with her sensitive nipples. "please fuck me with your big cock." her back grinds back against him. "help stretch out both of my holes." as soon as the words left her lips she felt so dirty, but it was also so freeing. they were both using her; what better time to admit just how bad she craved to be treated like this?

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      CLEO’S NOT WRONG. THE PAIR could absolutely use a fleshlight; it would have pretty much the same effect as their current setup. except, to be brutally honest, sullivan would probably care more about the toy than he does about the person they’re currently double-teaming. a fleshlight, though, can’t make the beautiful noises that are tumbling from between cleo’s lips. nor is a fleshlight as beautiful as she is. so, while they could use a fleshlight, sullivan’s incredibly happy that they’ve got a flesh-and-blood slut to play with instead. as the brunette falls back against him, he wraps an arm around her, holding her steady while also using the position to grope at one of her perky tits. “ it is big, ” he agrees, his thumb brushing over the female's stiff nipple. “ but you’re taking it like a champ. ” sully begrudgingly offers up the compliment, though it’s likely the nicest thing he’ll ever say to her. so, she shouldn’t get used to it.

      WATCHING THE GIGANTIC DILDO SINK into cleo’s tight hole, gwendolyn can’t help but thank the powers that be that she’s not on the receiving end of this particular gift. then again, maybe she would like it. despite complaining about the size, it seems like the other female is having a decent enough time. her cunt is glistening with arousal and her words are broken up by moans and gasps, making what she's saying just barely understandable. though gwen does pick up on the compliment that is aimed her way. “ thank you, ” the blonde preens, a pleased smile tipping up the corners of her lips. “ sully’s right. you’re not doing too bad yourself. ” she feels a bit of an affinity with cleo, despite being the top in this encounter. they’re both there to service sullivan; his pleasure is what really counts. and judging by the goofy grin on his lips, he’s enjoying himself quite a bit. “ rub your clit for me, sweetie. i want to see you come apart all over my dick. ”

cleo feels like nothing but an object in this moment. she is barely acknowledged as more than a walking toy, and she knows that is by design. the pair make it obvious that they don't care about her. they simply are using her holes in the same way that he could simply hold a fles.hlight for her to thrust her silicone toy into. it makes a dark red blush rise to her cheeks, and equally makes her begin to grow wetter and wetter. it seems that all at once the girl thrusts into her, making cleo dip her head back into the mans chest. “ i-it hurts a little cause its so big, ” cleo moans out, a half-hearted complaint to an audience she knows couldn't care less. “ but you're doing such a good job. ”

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      “ SHE WOULDN’T DARE, ” GWENDOLYN HUFFS, her tone fierce and protective. addison is hers, now. her dumb bitch of an ex better not try anything. after all, the blonde is not above slashing tires and keying cars. whatever she has to do to ensure that addison keeps her around, she’ll do. they haven’t been together long, but already, gwen is addicted to the redhead’s perfect cock. and fingers. and mouth. hell, she’s addicted to addison, period. “ i mean, she kind of had reason to be jealous, ” gwendolyn admits, shifting so that her girlfriend can more easily touch and squeeze her now-bare breasts. “ i did let you fuck my ass the first day i met you. ” shifting her hair off her chest so it falls behind her back, she makes sure that addison can both see and fondle her most prized positions. above all other areas of her body, gwen’s nipples are the most sensitive. it’s to the point that she’s taught herself to cum just from having them played with. so, addison’s thumbs rubbing over the sensitive buds have a drastic effect. a desperate moan slides past gwendolyn’s lips as wetness leaks from her pulsing cunt. “ oh, fuck ! ” her hips buck forward, grinding against thin air. it’s not enough. she needs more. luckily, she’s come to just the right place to get it.   

“mm, no, but i want you to tell me,” addison purrs. honestly, anything gwen says while addison has her hands full with her tits is going to sound like the best idea in the world to the redhead, and she has a feeling gwen is catching on. either way, addison appreciates how gwen makes it easy for her, invitingly arching her breasts into her touch. “that is… definitely an idea,” she says with a laugh after she hears it. “we just might have to take turns sleeping to keep watch for a couple days, just in case she decides to try to burn this whole place down.” it’s no secret addison’s last relationship was a little messy, and ended that way, too, but she’s joking about the arson—probably. “she's been jealous of you ever since we first started hanging out…” for good reason, but still. addison’s had her fill of everything she could enjoy over fabric, and she hums as she casually pulls up the hem of gwen’s top, chasing after the indulgence of cupping her girlfriend’s bare breasts in her palms. nothing else comes close to fixing a bad day. “especially jealous of these,” addison adds with a grin, finally working her thumbs around the hardening pink of gwen’s nipples.

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      A BENEVOLENT SMILE TUGS UP the corners of sullivan’s lips as the tiny blonde degrades herself. “ that’s right. at least you know your place. ” his voice is a modicum sweeter and a tiny bit kinder in response to daphne calling herself a filthy whore. only her depravity is met with any kind of positivity. it makes him wonder if he can condition her into being a shameless slut. by only providing praise for her most debased actions, will she give up trying to gain his approval ? or will it encourage her to be even more debauched ? it’s certainly a fun thought to ponder. because if he’s being honest, sullivan has to admit that the female is growing on him. how could she not ? she’s so eager to be ruined; so compliant while they’re doing so. perhaps – if tonight goes well – they’ll keep her. but that’s a matter to be discussed later. right now, he’s too focused on enjoying the view to consider the future and what it might have in store for all three of them. through eyes blown wide with lust, he watches as daphne straddles gwen, slowly lowering herself down onto the massive dildo. it’s truly a sight to behold: the oversized pink toy sinking inch by inch into her. “ fuck, ” he groans, slipping a hand into his pants to palm his cock. “ go on, then, slut. get yourself off. ”

     WITH A FRONT-ROW SEAT to daphne riding the strap-on, gwendolyn simply sits back and enjoys the view. little by little, the pink dildo disappears inside of the other female, almost as if she’s preforming an extremely lewd magic trick. the thought brings bubbling laughter to her lips. “ this is wild, ” she comments, tone light and mirthful. “ i don’t know if your cunt will ever recover. ” reaching up, she grasps hold of one of daphne’s tits, her thumb grazing over the blonde’s nipple as she roughly fondles the sensitive globe. “ you’d be hotter if you’re breasts were bigger, ” she supplies, not bothering to be nice or even decent to the woman they’re using. “ though i guess they’re a nice handful. ” she adds the last bit almost begrudgingly, as if it pains her to complement the tiny woman. it’s not that she has anything against daphne. it’s simply that she believes the other woman to be beneath her. as long as the blonde knows and acknowledges her place, they won’t have any problems. glancing over to see if sullivan approves of the show, she notes that he’s taking care of himself. well, that simply won’t do. “ baby. come here. let me help, ” she coos, waiting until he’s shifted and removed his cock from his pants before eagerly lapping at his length. “ mmm, ” she hums happily, content to watch daphne get herself off while she sucks him off. “ too bad the little whore only gets a fake cock. yours is perfect. ”

while she's had girls fuck her before daphne has never experienced it like this — how gwen's hips piston against her, how that toy causes her cunt to squelch and tighten with every thrust and sullivan . . . him watching over the entire sordid scene only causes the femme to moan louder, to pathetically whimper as he degrades her ; a whore. a needy and greedy set of holes that were never truly satisfied. she knows it as intensely as she knows her own name and yet her cherubic cheeks still flame, " y—yes, such a filthy whore." pink stained lips push outward into a disappointed pout at gwen's snappy remark, how all her efforts to be a good girl are seemingly making no difference at all. but it won't stop daphne, even if they're both cold and uncaring toward her the pint-sized blonde won't cease proving herself to be the best toy they could ever own. "yes! yes i do and . . . " it's dizzying, forcing herself to sit up after her cunt has been stretched by that massive toy. blonde tresses fan across her shoulders and down her bare back as she catches her breath, a quick glance cast behind her at sullivan before she's crawling forward. "it's so big", hum slips from her mouth as her fingers grasp the monstrous dildo, unable to even hold it properly. spreading herself daphne slips her legs to either side of gwen's, bringing the tip of that drenched cock toward her sensitive folds. "o—oh!" a raspy giggle escapes as her hips jolt, a tiny tap of the faux dick against her clit has her giddy. "mm . . . " those baby blue hues roll as she begins to sink down, chest pushing out and lashes fluttering as her walls stretch once more. "fuck it's so thick . . . you're so good to me", she breathes, even if they have been nothing but dismissive and condescending.

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IT’S A BIT PATHETIC, THE way gwendolyn instantly perks up the moment her girlfriend walks through the front door. the blonde has been eagerly anticipating addison’s return since before the other woman even left this morning. so, to say that she’s excited for her girlfriend to be home would be the understatement of the century. “ awwh, baby, ” she coos, following behind addison like a duckling trailing after its mother. she doesn’t even need to be encouraged to join her girlfriend on the couch, because as soon as addison sits down, gwen is sliding into her lap. “ you know what i think ? ” she begins, pushing her chest forward so that the other woman has easier access to her ample breasts. “ you should film yourself fucking me and send it to her. show her you’ve moved on to something better. someone better. ”

open for: s.ydney sweeney fcs 😌 connections: new gf, something t.aboo / messy, roommate, whatever works !

"god, what a day," addison groaned out as she flopped onto the couch, inviting the blonde into her lap. "my ex literally will not get off my dick for two seconds." eyes fixing on the cleavage in front of her, she bit her lip as a slow smile found her face, and her hands followed right after her gaze. "but things are definitely looking up, suddenly…"

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      SULLIVAN ONLY RAISES HIS GAZE from where daphne’s cute little hole is being stretched open for a few seconds, long enough to watch through amused brown hues as the blonde paws at her own plump tits. “ what a whore, ” he laughs, the sound low and cruel. his disdain for her is evident in every word he utters. sullivan then returns to watching the giant pink dildo demolishing her cunt, helped along by the ample amount of arousal that she’s leaking. the sight has his cock rock-hard, firmly pressing into daphne’s back as he continues holding her open. he ignores it. there’s still plenty of time for him to find release. be it with daphne or with gwen. or, ideally, with both of them. right now, he wants to see their little whore squirt all over his girlfriend and the toy she’s fucking into her. “ i guess, ” he replies when daphne prompts him for praise. he follows his words up with a disappointed sigh. “ if you really want to make me happy, though, you’ll straddle her waist and ride my girl’s fat cock. ”

      ABSOLUTELY CAPTIVATED BY THE SIGHT of the large toy disappearing into the woman’s small body, gwendolyn continues pounding into daphne with reckless abandon. she switches up things every few seconds, varying her speed, depth, and the harness of her thrusts to see what gets the best reaction. not necessarily the reaction that means it’s the most pleasurable, but the reaction that’s the most extreme. because she couldn’t really care less about daphne’s pleasure. this isn’t about daphne. this is about her and sullivan. daphne and her enjoyment are of no consequence. hearing the blonde ask if she’s doing a good job, gwen rolls her eyes and jabs forward as hard as she can. “ no one cares, ” she snaps, not willing to share her boyfriend’s attention. not with anyone. but especially not with the whore they’re currently destroying together. gwen is in agreement with sullivan’s suggestion, and she tugs the toy from the blonde with a loud squelch. laying on her back, she waits for daphne to climb on and take a more active role in her own destruction. “ you heard him. you want to be a good girl for us, don’t you ? ”

perhaps if daphne hadn't been so utterly soaked she would have felt more pain than minor discomfort at how that monstrous cock pushes at her walls, ripping the breath from her lungs and momentarily resulting in her being nothing but a warm body. it's so close to being too much, yet it's so perfectly near that it's overwhelmingly arousing. a mewl of contentment escapes as the pair talk above her, those pretty thighs trembling in sullivan's hold. "m — mm ! oh fuck that's . . . that's it oh my god please, please it's so fucking good i . . . " her hands claw for anything within reach, settling hurriedly on her own tits, groping them with newfound energy as gwendolyn begins to pound her pulsing cunt. manicured nails tease her hardened nipples as loud whimpers and elongated moans escape from pillow plump lips. it's a new type of fucking for daphne, being left almost empty for a moment before being filled to the brim the next. "s — shit." the sound of that faux cock being forced inside of her is filthy, her arousal serving as the ideal lubricant. "s — sullivan . . . " his name is a whine, a tilt of her head back to look upon him, "am i d — doing good?" petite blonde so desperately hopes so, that the couple will look at her and feel compelled to continue experimenting with her once this moment passes them by. what she felt wasn't overly important, daphne was present to be played with, a blue eyed doll so ready for whatever the two may desire. but she yearns for them all the same, despite how replaceable she might be right now ; make them need you, her mind whispers as her cunt clenches around the toy.

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      HEARING HOW MUCH ELYSIA IS enjoying being split open by the silicone toy, sullivan barks out a stream of cruel laughter. “ i can’t believe you’re enjoying it, ” he sneers, voice cruel and pitiless. “ only a whore would get off on being stretched open like this. ” he uses his grip on the woman’s thighs to force her legs further apart, allowing gwendolyn to go just a hair deeper. it also allows him a closer look at the pink dildo as it repeatedly slams into elysia’s hole. it’s certainly a sight to behold, the toy sinking into her, her cunt stretching open to accommodate it. if his hands weren’t otherwise occupied, he’d be taking a video. something to remember this night by. because he’s already certain it’s going to be one for the record book. “ her pussy is going to be so loose when you get done with her, princess. i’m going to have to fuck her asshole if i want to feel anything. ”

      “ I’M NOT GOING TO STOP, sweetheart, ” gwendolyn assures the other woman, her sugary sweet voice the perfect contrast to her boyfriends’ colder tone. it takes her a bit to figure out how to work the strap-on, though eventually, she’s able to settle into a rhythm that’s both rapid and deep. resting a hand behind herself to maintain her balance, gwen reaches forward with her free one to grab hold of elysia’s breasts. grasping one of the small globes, she squeezes it, her touch firm and rough. as she fondles the woman’s breast, she listens to her boyfriend humiliate and degrade elysia. “ why wait until i’m done ? ” she asks, a smug smirk forming on her lips. “ if she enjoys one fat cock filling her up, i’m sure she’ll absolutely adore two of them. ” moving to pinch the other’s nipple between her thumb and forefinger, she roughly squeezes the pert bud. “ isn’t that right ? tell sullivan how much you want his cock in your tight little asshole. ”

the couple talk to one another like she's not even there, and elysia hates how much she enjoys it. greedy eyes dart between the pair, watching how the man watches her and how gwen looks at her like she's a piece of meat for her to devour. and in a way, she is, with the way the oversized silicone cock is pushing deep into her cunt before she pulls out almost entirely, the tip flirting with slipping out of her before it's being shoved back in again. her eyes roll into the back of her head with the last sharp thrust, legs quivering in sullivan's grasp. "s-s-so good," she manages to stutter out as her eyes re-focus on gwen. she can feel how the scene is affection sullivan, his erection pressing teasingly into her upper back. she looks up at him pathetically. "please don't stop," she begs, looking from one to the other. "your cock feels amazing."

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      “ YOU DO LOOK PRETTY, ” SULLIVAN agrees, his voice soft and almost sickeningly sweet. his tone is a true contrast to the depravity that’s currently taking place inside the room. with gwendolyn, he’s gentle, kind, and tender; he treats her like the princess that she is. in direct opposition is how he treats belmira: rough, cruel, and unapologetic. with her, he doesn’t have to worry about tempering himself. he can be as awful as he wants to be. as awful as his true nature dictates. initially, he’d been worried that gwendolyn would find this side of him repulsive. but - if the gleam in her eye when she’d slammed into her best friend is anything to go by – she seems to be embracing her own dastardly side. sullivan can’t even begin to articulate how hot that is to him. maintaining his grip on belmira’s thighs, he yanks them further apart. it allows him to better see the way her cunt is speared by the imposing toy. “ she’s so fucking wet for you, princess. her thighs are gleaming with her juices. the bitch wants you to destroy her. show her what you’ve got. ” 

      THIS ISN’T NECESSARILY IN-CHARACTER for gwendolyn. she’s usually gentler. sweeter. more palatable. what she’s doing right now feels a bit like playing dress-up. she’s been cast in the role of domme. and – based on the praise being foisted upon her by sullivan and belmira – she’s giving the performance of a lifetime. plus, she has to admit, it’s intoxicating: the feeling of dominating someone else. she feels powerful in a way she’s never felt before. under normal circumstances, she probably would have felt bad for the brutality she and sullivan are currently inflicting on her best friend. but it seems the other woman is enjoying herself. quite a lot, in fact. which only encourages gwen to keep going. it takes her several thrusts to develop a rhythm and figure out how to really move with the strap-on, but once she’s gotten down the mechanics, she’s off to the races. with deep, unforgiving thrusts, she fucks into belmira. her gaze locking with her boyfriends as she continues using the woman for all she’s worth. “ are you going to be a good little slut and cum around my big, fat cock ? ” she questions, accentuating the words with a particularly deep thrust.

her jaw instantly goes slack, the first few inches of that monstrous toy forcing her hole to stretch around it. never could she have anticipated spending her evening like this, best friend's voluptuous frame settled between her legs, spreading her open. she's thankful that sullivan's there to speak because words fail her, breath lodged in her throat and brain short circuiting as she watches that plastic sink in. if it wasn't for his support; keeping her in place and keeping her spread, she's not sure if she'd have been able to remain still for gwendowlyn. especially not when, after the instant she seems to catch her breath, those hips snap once more forward and cause belmira to emit a cry that echoes through the bedroom. her walls throb at the intrusion, tears soaking her lashes as the length buries impossibly deep inside of her, only able to lift dark hues when the blonde's voice calls out to her. it's sugary sweet, like nothing was out of the norm, like she hadn't just attempted to rearrange her insides with a single thrust. "i-it feels...it feels good, gwen..." because it did, even through the ache, her body seemed to welcome it with growing arousal. "it's so big. and you look...fuck, you're so pretty."

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      THERE’S NO WIPING THE COCKY grin off sullivan’s lips as his girlfriend finally manages to bottom out inside of their little plaything. it's beautiful. his chocolate brown hues are glued to the place where the two women are joined together, the base of the obscenely large dildo the only part of the toy that’s still visible. he’s honestly surprised that daphne was able to take so much of it. surprised and pleased. not that he plans on telling her that. his focus is still solely on gwendolyn and her pleasure. “ you hear that, princess ? the slut loves it. ” his words aren’t particularly meant to be cruel. rather, he’s just being honest. he cares very little about the small blonde they’re fucking with. and the only way she’ll be getting off is if it’s in the process of one of them getting off, too. that’s just how it is.

     GWENDOLYN, TOO, IS SHOCKED BY how well daphne takes the dildo. were she on the receiving end of such a large toy, she’s not sure she would have been able to handle it. but she’s not, is she ? sullivan would never ask such a thing of her. he’s always been a complete gentleman. this is actually the first time she’s seen this different side to her boyfriend. and honestly ? it’s only adding to her arousal. which, coincidently, is off the charts. never in a million years would she have predicted that she’d get this turned on from fucking another woman. yet here she is, soaking wet and aching for release. “ since you asked so nicely, ” the blonde purrs, pulling out until only the tip of the toy is nestled inside of daphne. then she snaps her hips forward. setting a steady, relentless pace, gwen finds her rhythm and truly begins driving into the other woman.

each thrust threatens to erase one more braincell from daphne's head, a low keening slipping from pillow soft lips as that fat faux dick pushes against her walls, so roughly hammering the tip of her cervix. "u — ugh", hues flicker and roll as sullivan's grasp on her legs remains firm. she's never been fucked like this by a woman before, a slippery fake dick filling her up and making her head spin. it's an apparent given that the petite femme is to be used and not appreciated, a wet sloppy hole to be played with, a set of perky tits to be tugged and pinched.

cheeks flush and mouth lamely opens to form a wide 'o' as gwendolyn shoves the entirety of her toy between reddened folds. "shit! fucking . . . " it's almost too much, hips squirming as her babydoll gaze lands on the woman's pretty face. "m — mhm, i love it. oh god i love it so much, feels so good when you st — stretch me out." so different to a real cock, lacking warmth and that constant throb against her slick walls, yet no true dick could make her see stars like this — and she hadn't even come close to an orgasm yet. "please . . . please fuck me?"

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      ANGELICA TRIES TO KEEP HER thoughts to herself. she really does. but the sarcastic, blunt woman’s personality is only enhanced when you add alcohol to the mix. under normal circumstances, she has very few inhibitions. now ? she has absolutely none. “ oooooh ! ” she heckles, lengthening the vow sound to make the word last a ridiculously long time. “ somebody's in trouble. ” barely able to get through the sentence, she bursts into a fit of loud giggles, leaning against gwendolyn so she doesn’t fall over or otherwise lose her balance. she’s unable to look away from the scene that’s unfolding before her, the sight of her best friend and her best friend’s brother on the verge of an argument better than any telenovela she’s previously wasted her time watching.

      KENSINGTON IS TRYING HER HARDEST to keep her voice down. really, she is. after all, she would never purposely anger her brother. well. actually, that’s not true. she absolutely would. but in this instance, that’s not her intention. the copious amounts of alcohol she’s consumed means that she’s not a very good judge of volume. what seems to her like whispering and tip-toing most likely comes across more like yelling and stomping. not a good look. especially this late at night. still. she’s caught off-guard when her brother storms into the kitchen, gripping her wrist and tugging her close. “ oh my god ! ” she complains, voice shrill and piercing. she’s being overdramatic, but that’s nothing new for kensie. she’s the queen of theatricality. “ can you, like, chill ? ”

      TIME AND TIME AGAIN, GWENDOLYN finds herself roped into these little escapades with angelica and kensington. part of her is convinced they didn’t even like her. they simply take advantage of the fact that she’s always willing to play the role of designated driver. then again, she always agrees to do it. she likes feeling like she’s a part of something, even when her inclusion is conditional. kensington’s brother makes his appearance somewhere around the fifth time gwen has tried shushing the two girls, and she can’t help but feel relieved at finally having backup. nor can she help the apology that slips past her lips, even though she’s been as quiet as a church mouse since entering the home. “ sorry. ” it’s a mumbled apology, delivered mostly to the floor that she’s pointedly staring at.

open to: females.

plot: based on this post.

suggested connection: girlfriend, wife, daughter, niece, sister, step-relative, roommate, tenant, and anything else.

written with beta editor. do not like my starters + please read my rules.

THE DRUNKEN GIGGLES CARRIED UPSTAIRS, echoing around the bedroom and forcing bronson to a sudden alert. having fallen asleep irritated by the fact she still wasn't home, this inconsiderate disturbance only further fuelled his fury. marching downstairs, greeted by a gaggle of excited females in his kitchen, his intense blue gaze sought out the one responsible. "what the fuck is going on?" jaw locked, his grip curling around her wrist and tugging her closer to his towering form. it didn't matter that they had an audience, if she was stupid enough to invite them back to his home then it was only fair that she suffered the shame of her actions in front of them too. "you're having a party down here while i'm trying to sleep?"