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Betsy came awake as Scott and Jean swept into the room. The feeling of Emma’s bound desperation—as the blonde both repressed and irresistibly fed her lust, trying the bonds and gag that held her without success—had already put Betsy in a good mood, giving her some extremely pleasant dreams. But Scott and Jean’s need for each other was impossible to sleep through.
Betsy stood up, noting she was as naked as Scott had left her, enjoying the freedom, the inclusion by proxy as Scott and Jean stripped naked. They had to be nude for the sex to be fully enjoyed. For two such cerebral persons as them, there was nothing as erotic as going to the extreme opposite, letting the world dwindle down to naked skin gleaming in the light, sweat shining brightly on thrashing bodies, the sight of firm muscles and luscious curves. Betsy was the same way.
As did Emma. Betsy could tell, seeing how the ice queen went from coolly smoldering and pulling at her bonds to twitching her hips, her thighs rubbing together as she regarded the two perfect bodies now joining her in nudity. Jean smiled at her, picking up the same submissive lust Emma simply couldn’t deny.
“Hello Emma. I’d say this is a side of you I’d never seen before, but let’s be honest, you have hinted at it very openly…”
Scott gave her a swift, not unpleasant strike on her ass. “Don’t be rude, Jean. You two are in the same boat.”
His gaze swept over Betsy through the slatted closet door, seeming to include her silently with a meeting of their eyes. You three are in the same boat.
Betsy licked her lips. She had Scott, Jean, Emma. All of them were horny as hell and she had the body to take them all on. Maybe that was a bit greedy, but already her cunt was hot and wet. She was ready to fuck any of them, to switch places with any of them, whether it meant topping Emma or taking her place tied up to the bed.
