House Rules
The girls are close to an orgasm now. Both of them, simultaneously, building toward something you can feel in the air of the dream like a change in pressure.
Gabbie looks at you. Her expression is genuinely apologetic... the kindest, warmest rejection you've ever received.
"Sorry," she says, breathless. "We just prefer big black cock."
Riley nods, eyes on yours. "We really do."
They come together. Loudly. Simultaneously. The sound fills the entire gym and bounces off the walls and you are still hanging there, still the punching bag, still in the cage, still completely unable to do anything except be present for all of it.
The men don't even look at you.
You are furniture.
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