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inkyquince · 2 months ago

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Shared Three Ways: Part 2

Remy x Wren x Male!PC x Niki

After you have Wren to keep you company at the estate, it feels like things are slowly getting better. Even if Niki is still strange towards you and Remy is an antisocial prick, at least you have someone to fall back on. But something still lurks underneath the surface...

Content Warning. Piss Drinking (Reader isn't drinking it). Stepcest. Dubcon (Reader has been drinking but gets really into it). Implied and obvious voyeurism. Camera recording of sexual acts. Alcohol. Also I lied, Part 2 is Niki centric and Remy is for part 3. Then Papa is part 4. 5.1k words.

(part 1/ part 2/ part 3/ part 4)

2 virginities remaining.

Dawn had just about started to breach the skyline, early enough for the birds to struggle to wake up, but four people on the estate were wide awake.

From your parent’s room, where your soon-to-be stepfather was sleeping, facing the wall, with your mother snuggled up against his back, arm curled possessively over his hip, down a separate flight of stairs, to where their brood slept. Or, where they were supposed to be sleeping. Niki was up in his red room, but for once, he wasn’t developing any photos. No, he was meticulously slipping the memory card out of his busted camera, making sure it was unharmed as he flicked the desk lamp on and examined it. With a grateful sigh, he set it down to pick up his older, spare camera from inside his desk drawer. Discarding the old card, which stored pictures of his mother and baby pictures of him and Remy, he put the new one in, and lovingly looked over his new collection of treasures.

Across the hall from Niki’s bedroom, was Remy’s, with his door wide open and his bed deserted.

Down from where he should have been sleeping, he stood, peeking in through the last door of note, that was open just enough to let warm, watery light creep out. His own breathing and jerking of his slicked cock almost drowned out the sound of moans and the slapping of skin against wet skin. Remy stared through the gap, one hand gripping his balls tightly, as if trying to stop them from cumming, his other hand focused on milking the tip of his cock, thumb digging into his weeping slit. Blood dripped into the precum, mixing with the milky substance, as his canine sunk deep into his bottom lip, fighting against letting his grunting get any louder.

And inside? Inside, Wren had your ankles by your head, folding you neatly against your plush covers and splitting your ass open on his dick, yet again. Everytime you got a bit too loud, with a breathy moan or a whine, the farmhand greedily smothered your mouth with his, breathing through his nose just so his tongue could taste yours. The wet kisses you two exchanged didn’t make Remy feel dirty for watching, intruding on a private moment between you two. Neither did the way Wren playfully batted your hands away from your cock, chiding softly, gently, lovingly. Nor the way that Wren used you to reach his climax, gripping your hips and digging his thumbs into the dips, hammering into you harder and harder, becoming breathless.

But it was the way you two periodically would chuckle into each other’s mouth, Wren’s cussing and snort as his foot slipped and he nearly fell off the bed, the way you two would take breathers and whisper something to each other before muffling your laughter. It made his teeth grind.

He wasn’t a cuck. If it was anyone else, if it was Niki? Then he’d rip Wren off of him. He’d kick him in the stomach until he threw up and then he would start threatening. Branding, tied up for the farmhands to fuck. Then take Wren back to his room and ride him properly. He wouldn’t have watched until his toes felt numb, his head aching from his induced slow breathing so he wasn’t too loud. He would be transfixed by the way your cock lay, unattended, useless, drooling on your stomach as you whined for Wren to touch it.

Just the memory of your cock suddenly expelling so much cum, all over your stomach had him finally tip over the edge. He cupped his hand in front of his cockhead, catching nearly all of his own cum, forced to bite down on the edge of his shirt to keep quiet and not to stain any of his clothes. A few drops rolled down his palm and landed in front of your door. Remy glanced inside for a moment, to Wren kissing along your throat, before backing away and slipping away to the bathroom diagonal from your room. You didn’t get an ensuite, like he did and for the first time, he was happy about it.

Shutting the door behind him, he exhaled low and heady, letting his shirt, crumpled with saliva, fall back over his lean stomach. Remy went over to the toilet, about to let his cum drip freely from his fingers into the bowl, before freezing. He turned back towards the sink, ignoring his reflection that showed a ruffled young man, with coloured cheeks and saliva streaked lips.

He eyed your face wash, your mouthwash, your toothpaste… His cock twitched with interest as he reached for your toothbrush.

The next morning rolled around slowly, and then all at once. It seemed like only seconds passed between Wren pressing kisses just behind your ear, down to the nape of your neck, and him yanking on his jeans as the whole house slowly came to life, creaking of your mom and step dad walking around upstairs, the slamming of Remy’s door and the pitter patter of Niki’s quick feet.

“You’re making me lose track of time up here.” He gave a rush of laughter, grinning at you as he made sure his cock was out of the way before he hurriedly zipped up his trousers. “Same time tonight? Maybe see you at lunch? Tell you what, slip away from breakfast and I’ll be at the stables-”

“Has anyone told you that you’re fucking insatiable?” You grumbled half heartedly from your place on the bed, slowly getting the feeling back into your thighs.

“Nope.” Wren shrugged on his dusty suspenders and pinged them against his chest as he emphasised the ‘p’. “Must be whatever makes that ass so addictive.”

You snorted softly, the faint memories of him tangled up with Remy probing at your good mood, as if tempting to sour the morning. Something must have shown along the curve of your lips, or the look in your eyes because the farm boy immediately crawled over to you, across the bed, insisting on kissing along your exposed skin.

“Are you the jealous type? Cause that’s pretty hot.” You batted at his chest as he tried to capture your sore lips. “And if you are, just keep in mind I’m a cuddler. I like to stay the night and see if I can hot dog my dick to keep it warm.”

You wrinkled your nose before snorting again, this time with laughter at the image.

“Gross. Anyway, pretty sure everyone else kicks you out before you can start cuddling.” There was an underlying challenge in your tone, as if egging him to refute your claim.

He just looked at you, his easy grin turning more into a half sneer before he fixed it into a smirk.

“Believe what you want.” Wren finally responded, pulling his sturdy, dusty boots on. His shoulders were tense with displeasure. “I’ll see you whenever, I guess-”

Grown tired of his melodrama, you hooked your finger into his mouth mid-snide-farewell and, like hooking a fish’s cheek, yoinked him to face you.

“I don’t care that Remy kicks you out before you get to try and squish your dick between his ass cheeks. Just don’t lie to me, alright? Or, omit shit. Just be frank with me.” You made sure to keep eye contact.

Wren’s posture slowly relaxed. In fact, seemingly agreeing with your request, raised his eyebrows and sucked on your finger with a faux look of seduction. You quickly yanked your finger out of his mouth, letting forth a boyish stream of his chuckles, freckled nose scrunching as you wiped the saliva off, onto your sheets.

“I could make a really bad joke about how can I be ‘Frank’ when I’m ‘Wre’- nevermind, I wanna stay in your good graces.” He quickly leaned over and kissed you on the mouth, his fingers coming up to brush your cheek. “Just wander outside and I’ll be sure to be ready to drop trousers and see to you.”

You dropped back against your pillows as Wren, looking oh-so happy with himself, slowly opened your door to peek out. He was about to slide out when his eyebrows shot up into his messy blond waves and quickly shut the door, instead practically diving under your bed, knocking into your suitcase with a loud cuss. You barely had time to ask him what the hell when your door suddenly opened without warning, and you quickly wrenched your sheets up to cover yourself properly.

“Give it back!” Niki stood there, ruffled and unkempt, looking like he barely slept a wink. “Give it!”

“Nik- Wha-” You barely managed before the smaller boy was on you, uncaring about your half naked state, gripping your wrists with freakish strength, unexpected from him.

“I know you fucking took it! You were in my room, you took it! I didn’t do anything wrong, they’re just candids! Give it back you fucking thief!” Niki, despite his anger, was pale with panic.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You finally barked back, trying to push him back.

“You’re not…You’re not allowed…” Niki huffed, as if struggling to breath through his temper. “I’ll fucking kill… You… Give…”

His panic crept through his wrath, and he slowly stopped trying to hit you, his floppy box-dyed hair sticking to his skin. Niki slid off the side of the bed, and landed on his ass on the carpeted floor by your bed, breathing heavy. A part of you wondered if Wren had a good view of his ass right now, but instead quickly covered yourself properly with your sheet before swinging your legs out of bed, resting them against Niki’s shoulder.

“Hey… Niki?” Your voice was very gentle, as if anything louder than a polite murmur would set him off again. “I… I didn’t take anything from you, I swear. You can check my room if it makes you feel better.”

You didn’t know why you were being so polite with one of the people that had made your stay so bad, ignoring you at every turn and obviously not attending “family” meals with the rest of you. Something about his pure blind panic, and the tears shining against his dull eyes made you feel sorry for the guy.

“... Really?” He finally said, fighting back a hiccup.

“Really. I don’t even know where your room is.” You tried for a smile which Niki seemed to stare at.

“... Yeah. You don’t.” He said, more to himself. He wiped a ratty jumper sleeve against his eyes and breathed hard through his nose. “... Sorry.”

Something inside you celebrated. You felt like you gained a bit of mileage with him, even if it did cost you a peaceful morning and several hits to your chest. You offered some of the tissues in the box to him, hoping that he hadn’t seen the scrunched up ones from when Wren was cleaning both you and him up.

He took a few and dabbed his eyes.

“Thanks.” He muttered, pushing back his hair, only for it to flop back into his face.

“No problem.” You put them back, jerking a bit when you felt a finger poke your heel. Fuckin’ Wren. “I’m sure whatever you’re missing has just fallen down somewhere or something. Yknow?”

Niki gave you an inscrutable look, the tip of his nose slightly red.

“... Maybe…” He stuffed the tissues into his pocket. “I’ll check. Sorry about… Y’know.”

“No worries,” You lied. “... I hope next time you feel like you can come in and talk, instead of… Y'know. Hitting first.”

Niki gave you a small smile, amused.

“Maybe.” He repeated, softer this time. He looked so docile, it made you feel sorry for him for the first time.

“Yeah, maybe.” You echoed. “Maybe you could knock and come in and I’ll be a cooler big brother than Remy and let you vent?”

You felt in an instant that you took it too far. Niki’s face immediately flushed and he gasped out something that you couldn’t even decipher. Then he ran for the door and slammed it shut behind him with a loud bang.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Wren poked his head out from underneath your bed. “1. What the fuck was all that about? And 2, I think you fucked it at the end there.”

“Yes. Thank you, Wren.” You rubbed at your eyes, already feeling weary despite the fact it was barely 9am. “Wasn’t it time for you to scatter?”

Wren pulled himself out from underneath your bed, dusting off his ass.

“I’m just sad that I didn’t get to find anything fun under there. Like your diary where you talk about how much you looove me and my dick. Or dildos. Or maybe girly underwear that you like to wear.”

“Wren-”

“Yeah, yeah, sunshine, I’m going.” Instead of trying the door again, he shimmied open your window and slung one long leg out, giving you a parting grin. “You’re also nicer than me. I’d have pried into what he lost that would have caused that crybaby melt down.”

Before you could reply, he promptly dropped down from your window. You heard the sound of him landing on a balcony below your window before the creak of the old vine being weighed down. Then the crunch of gravel. Finally, the cheery whistle of him walking away from the house, towards his cottage.

The day passed normally. You threw out your toothpaste because it tasted weird before going downstairs to the rest of them, your mother picking and then pecking at small pieces of grapefruit, next to your stepfather who reads through a newspaper, cup of black coffee steaming next to his hand, where a lit cigarette winked its orange eye at you. Remy was down here too, tearing a piece of toast to pieces with his fingers but, thankfully, ignoring you this time.

Your mom started chatting the moment she saw you, perking up and talking about “taking her boys” out shopping in town, blind to the disgusted look on Remy’s face. You coughed a bit, partially from embarrassment but also the smoke curling from the patriarch's section. He glanced at you and stubbed out his cigarette, instead taking a sip of coffee.

“Sadly,” He finally said, folding up his newspaper, silencing your mother with just one word when you were used to it taking a small barrage of polite noises and coughs for her to quieten down. “There is too much to be done right now. It’s going to be especially busy for Remy. Niki also needs to have more lessons added before he can graduate. And…”

He turned his eyes, steely and inscrutable, to you.

“I’m sure he’ll find something to do while his brothers are busy. I heard you’ve taken up riding lessons with Wren.”

You struggled not to joke on the juice you were sipping and Remy threw down his torn piece of toast and stood up. Your stepfather’s face remained impassive but there was something amused deep in his eyes.

“Oh, riding! That’s good! Girls love a good rider.” Your mother gave you a soft, dreamy smile, lost in the fantasy of her with her own horse rider husband and you marrying a girl who apparently liked exactly the same thing.

Remy muttered a vague ‘excuse me’ and stalked off as you wondered which one of your step brothers decided to make your morning just a bit worse by telling your step father these things.

So life dragged on. Niki shut away, either in his bedroom, or elsewhere in the house. Remy ignored you, the only contact being when you two passed each other in the halls when he would ram his shoulder into yours and let you stumble in the wall. Your mother organising outings that she was excited to ‘bring her boys’ on, and your mother’s husband usually out in the fields or shut up in his office. You also noticed with alarm that your mother had started to rest her hand against her belly with a soft, content sigh. The one time you had to use her bathroom while she was with a personal tailor to make you a suit for the wedding (you had already put her fiance into the category of stepfather, knowing the only way the union not to happen at this state is for him to back out, which he didn’t seem interesting in), you noticed a stash of pregnancy tests in the cabinet under the sink. You felt dread prickle at the back of your neck and when you came out, your mother checked your forehead for a fever. The tailor quickly took your measurements but fled the estate, saying that he’ll just send samples of the fabric ahead.

The event left a bad taste in your mouth, one that you couldn’t explain. It preyed on you more than you knew it should have.

“Divorce is easy, babies are forever.” Wren hiccuped from his place next to you, abandoning his cards for another swig from the dusky bottle you two had been sharing, more on his insistence than anything else.

“Amazing.” One of his friends hiccuped, squinting at his own line up. “Any other zingers up that sleeve, or those aces you pretend to win fair and square with.”

Two others cackled and Wren flicked one of the extinguished butts of squashed cigarettes at the other one.

“So, the big man is aiming to squeeze out a… Fourth-”

“Third-” Wren interjected.

“-Kid. Good for him. No offence kid.” The one to your right burped, pressing the back of his hand against his mouth before taking another swig. “At least this one is going to be from in-wedding lock.”

“Wedlock?”

“Cockblock?”

“That doesn’t even-”

“Anyway!” The one opposite you interjected. “You sure that your mam is already pregnant? Or just trying?”

“I dunno.” You shuffled your own cards again, the little numbers just squiggles before your fuzzy eyes. God, you should stop letting Wren give you alcohol. “It’s just weird.”

“You can say that again.” One of them was eyeing down the lip of the bottle suspiciously. “Imagine having a screaming shitting pissing monster running around that isn’t what’s his fuck, the one with the rat name. Oi, you didn’t spit into my drink did you?”

“Oh, what if I did? It isn’t the first time you’ve had another man’s saliva in your mouth.”

“Hey, I didn’t notice the bulge until we were leaving the pub-”

“I’m not saying it’s bad, Wren has done worse than kiss another man-”

“What the fuck you mean worse-”

“I didn’t mean it like that!”

“I need to go piss.” You finally said, standing up slowly, using the table to maintain some stability, only to stumble when Wren slapped your ass the first chance he got. “Hey!”

“Sorry, I’ll kiss it better later.” He grinned, this time just pinching your thigh, before turning back to the card game. “Were we talking about me kissing men? I’ll show you more if you want.”

“Yeah? Do I have to pay to watch you fuck-”

“Why don’t we shut up and continue with the game?”

The door swung shut on that good idea. Their bathroom was out of commission, with the missing friend having passed out, head mostly in the toilet bowl, so for the last 45 minutes everyone else had been going outside to piss and come back in. You took a long, deep breath of crisp, chilled air, ignoring the gentle throb from your bladder for a few moments to enjoy the refreshing breeze before fumbling with your belt.

Your head swam thickly with the amount of drinks you had in such a short time with minimal food- you once again skipped dinner to hang out with Wren and that decision caught up to you stupidly quickly. You didn’t even notice a smaller figure peeking out at you around the corner. Not until they shut their video camera with a soft click. You blinked, glancing over and seeing Niki crouching underneath one of the windows to the cottage, clutching his camera close to his chest.

“Hey, Nik.” You slurred, brain far too foggy to register anything weird about this.

“Hi.” He whispered back, all bug eyed and flushed.

You went back to fighting with your belt, not noticing his big stare, his mouth slowly parting to swipe his tongue along his lips. Finally getting it unbuckled, you fumbled for your cock and slipped it free from your trousers and gave a soft groan as you finally got to piss into the bushes, resting your forehead against the side of the cottage. The sound of urine hitting the ground and leaves seemed so distant to you, at first you didn’t notice it ceasing and instead it sounded like it was hitting another liquid. You didn’t notice anything until you heard a soft whine.

Opening your eyes, you fully believed that you were hallucinating at first, a combination of too much drink, not enough food, and something Wren had you smoke that you really hoped was weird weed. You blinked a few times at the scene before you could even make sense of it.

Niki, with his camera abandoned at his knees, had crawled forward, his fingers digging into the dirt and his cock straining at his trousers, a small drop of precum seeping through the fabric. His eyes were closed, and his mouth opened, wide enough to catch the stream of piss you had been aiming at the ground, now gathering rapidly on his tongue. Only a few droplets dribbled free from his lips. You didn’t even grasp what was happening fully to pull away or do anything. Even then, what would you even do? You could just stare until your bladder was fully empty and only a few drops slipped past your slit. Niki slowly opened his eyes, mouth still full and closed his lips, refusing to break eye contact with you. Then, with a pronounced sound, he swallowed. Then sighed, low and pleasured.

You still said nothing, mouth open just a bit and swaying on your feet. He obviously wasn’t put off by this, leaning forward and giving your slit a few kitten licks, as if cleaning the head free of any remaining droplets. He made soft moans with every lick, almost pornographic in their utterance.

Your cock started to get hard at the stimulation, despite all you had to drink. The moment Niki felt it perking up, he gave an excited little gasp, his eyes closing shut again before taking your cockhead into his mouth, sucking gently. The sound was wet and sloppy, with his soft whines growing louder. Even when it was just the head getting stimulated, it was easy to make you stupidly hard, the little amount of blood that was already mostly alcohol, immediately going from your head to your crotch. You knotted your fingers into his hair, putting weight on Niki as he slurped on your dick more, moaning louder.

“N-Niki…” You groaned, his dyed locks so soft in your grip, your head swimming, the world around you tilting, and everything feeling so good as he gripped the back of your thighs.

“Big brother.” Niki pulled off your cock long enough to whine his words, before slapping it back against his tongue, letting the precum bridge between your slit and his taste buds.

Those words shot through you. It made your balls tighten and throb. It made you twitch. Niki felt it, and you remembered back to that morning, when you playfully called yourself the better older brother.

“Want it.” Niki whispered against your head, before sucking it back into his mouth, drool slipping down his chin.

This was going beyond dizziness. Wren didn’t want you touching your cock, only using your ass to make you cum, and it all felt like too much stimulation. Too much alcohol, too much cold air, too much of a hot, tight mouth sucking at your dick desperately. You were going to cum, you needed to warn him. You opened your mouth.

“Fuck.” You croaked out. Then came down his throat, hips stuttering as your balls emptied.

Niki made a soft noise of surprise and then whined so loudly you were surprised no one inside came out, asking if you had stepped on a rabbit or something. His own body quivered, one hand dropping from the back of your thigh to cup his crotch as the fabric of his trousers darkened quickly, the smell of cum heady and heavy in the air.

You managed to pull away from him, slumping against the wall of the cottage, panting hard. Niki was dabbing at his crotch, his ears red, but there was still an obvious tent in his jeans. You were too busy trying to catch your breath to notice him snatching up his camera and press record, focusing first on his stained trousers, before panning to your soft, flaccid cock and then up to your face. He held it there for a few moments, his hand creeping up to rest against your stomach then dropped it again.

Finally, he settled it against a small stump next to the cottage and began to pull his trousers down, his erection springing up.

“Come down here.” He whispered up at you, and you slowly blinked at him. Impatient, he gripped your belt loops and tugged you down, not caring about the sting of wood against your lower back as gravity dragged you.

You landed with an undignified thump onto the hard ground, and Niki shuffled closer on his knees, reaching out to gently hold your head between his hands. His fingers eagerly caressed the skin of your temples, but you could only notice the fact his own cock, his own pretty, flushed, dripping cock was twitching in front of you, inches from your lips.

Niki pressed your head back a bit, to look up at him, for the first time ever. His eyes, for the first time, reminded you of your stepfather, of Remy’s eyes, dark and glinting and full of promise. His bitten lips were parted, swollen from sucking you off, glinting with saliva. His hair flopping into his face, sticking to his sweating skin. He was horrifically pretty.

Too lost in his face, you didn’t notice one of his hands dropping to grip the base of his cock, already throbbing with anticipation.

“Suck it.” He whispered, eyes blown wide and abyssal. “Suck my cock, big brother.”

It would be the first time. Wren often liked to have you kiss his cockhead before he pressed it into your ass, “for a good ride”. You had thought about it, being forced to take his girthy cock, but you two had yet to get around to it, even as Wren teased at the chance. But it sounded so deeply perverted coming from Niki’s pretty pink lips, with such a lewd nickname, more than it ever could coming from Wren and his innuendos and dirty talk.

You immediately leaned forward and swallowed his slim cock down, taking him down to the base. You had nothing but liquid courage in your veins, you forgot gag reflexes were a thing. His cockhead hit the back of your throat and you started to gag immediately, but couldn’t pull your head away. Niki had curved his body over you, his hot breath hitting the top of your head and his arms wrapped around you. You didn’t even get a chance to start sucking, he had already started to hump into your mouth like a jack rabbit.

“Oh, fuck. Oh….” He whined out, as you reached up to grip his thin hips, his pubes tickling the tip of your nose, even as closely trimmed as they were. “Yes… Yes…”

You slowly shut your eyes with a low sigh, your gag reflex acting up less, giving you a chance to enjoy the taste of his precum infiltrating your mouth, salty and heady. You didn’t notice feeling Niki scramble for his camera, lifting it up to be level with your face as his cock fucked eagerly into your mouth, saliva coating it and your lips. The device shook in his unsteady hand but he refused to put it down, needing this, needing evidence, needing it all.

You sucked, you stuck your tongue out a bit and swiped it along the base of his cock, nudging his balls. You switched between gentle and hard sucks, finding out Niki had all kinds of different sounds for everything you did. He whined and groaned and moaned and hissed through his teeth, nearly losing the gum he had kept hidden against the roof of his mouth.

“Fuck… Fuck!” He whispered in between all of his musical noises. “Oh, god, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum!”

He gave you more warning than you did for him, but it was still a surprise when ropes of cum coated your tongue and slipped down your throat within seconds, and it was a miracle you didn’t choke on it.

“Thank you…” You weren’t completely sure but you heard him whisper against your skin, panting hard. “Best big brother.” He added, almost dreamily.

He slowly pulled out from your mouth, your lips and his cock glinting in the low light and tucked it back into his ruined jeans. You swallowed thickly, a part of you finding it funny that you finally got something warm to eat to balance out the alcohol. Niki hit stop on his camera and tucked it against his tummy, with a satisfied sigh. He wetted his lips with his tongue and slowly stood up, looking down at you with a strange, self satisfied crooked smile.

“Come with me to my Red room.” He murmured, low and extending his hand.

You only somewhat remembered the card game and Wren waiting inside of the cottage, but it didn’t seem real. The outside, the wind and the leaves and Niki felt real. His hand, warm, if somewhat sweaty, felt real, as you took it and he led you back to the house, his camera tucked under his arm as he gently swung your connected fingers. The low chatter from the dining room felt like a hazy dream as you and Niki ignored the doors leading to where the rest of the family ate. The carpet, when you both kicked off your shoes, underneath your feet felt real as he led you up, up, up, past the floor with your rooms, your parents rooms, up to the attic.

The door swung shut behind you two, not slow enough for you both to notice someone following behind, but not quick enough for Remy not to spot that Niki was pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, bathed in red.

The eldest son stared at the shut door, and heard the loud click of the lock turning. He ground his teeth together.

Remy spat onto the ground in front of the attic door and went back downstairs, making up his mind.

1 Virginity Remaining

#HEY EVERYONE GUESS WHAT FINALLY GOT A PART 2 #THANKS TO DANDELION IN THE ROW SERVER FOR GETTING ME TO WRITE ALL OF THIS IN TWO DAYS #shared by three au #wren the smuggler #niki the photographer #dol #degrees of lewdity #nsft #quincewrites #remy the farmer

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