She was surrounded, their touch, their scent, their sounds filling her senses. She was surrounded by them, their scent, their touch, their sounds filling her senses. She was their plaything, their toy, their fuck doll, and she was loving every second of it. She moaned, her body shaking with the intensity of it all. The sensation was electric, her body on fire with each lick, each pinch, each thrust. She reached out, hand cupping Pam’s cheek, thumb brushing against her soft skin. She was lost in a sea of lust, her body betraying her with each movement, each sound, each sensation. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, his voice low. Pam, now on her knees beside her, looked at Timber with wide, eager eyes. She nodded, her body betraying her with each movement, each sound, each sensation. Cyrus, phone angled perfectly, captured every moment. She whimpered, trying to resist, but their touch was electric, igniting a fire within her. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, his voice low. She moaned, her body arching, her muscles tensing.
