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demanded.
    “Delivering your punishments,” he replied matter-of-factly.
    “Delivering half of them, actually. I get to spank your ass next,” interjected Markus.
    “It’s true,” agreed Jackson. “He gets to spank you next.”
    “No one is spanking me,” she declared, struggling against his firm hold until she was shocked into stillness by the first swat on her bare ass. Once she stopped moving, it was followed by nine more swats, all seemingly carefully placed to never strike the same place twice. In between strikes, he caressed her ass, spreading the heat, and even dipped into her pussy or rubbed her clit. She should have hated it, fought more, but something about the spanking was so erotic, so hot and sexy, she knew that he saw the cream leaking out of her.
    Markus saw it too and shoved his fingers inside her, stroking in and out, stroking her desire even higher. And then he removed his fingers and pulled her ass over to him so he could complete her spanking. His cock felt just as big as Jackson’s, pressing against her, and he spanked her hard. He was less gentle than his brother and spanked her more quickly, giving her less time to recover between swats. And then it was done. He pushed her off his lap, stood up, undid his pants, and pulled out his cock. She was kneeling in front of him, so it was close-up. It was huge and with a large head that was already weeping pre-cum.
    She felt his hand curl in her hair. “Suck it.” And he pulled on her head with his left hand as he fed his cock to her with his right. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes, and she took him inside her mouth. She reached up to control the depth as he pushed against the back of her throat.
    “Bro, can you do something about her hands?”
    “Of course. A cop always has a pair of cuffs or two.” Cassie felt her hands being pulled behind her and started to struggle, but Markus held her firm, his cock not moving, but not pulling out either. She forced herself to slow her breathing down and breathe through her nose.
    She felt the cuffs go around her wrists, but these were no ordinary cop cuffs. They were some kind of padded leather. But she quickly realized that they were just as secure. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Jackson was stripping off, and his eyes widened when she saw his jutting cock. He was at least as big as her brother, and he’d threatened to fuck her from behind while she sucked of his brother, and he was making good on this threat. She could feel him positing himself behind her and nudge her legs apart. She could feel his fingers moving between her legs, testing for readiness. Since she could feel the cream dripping down her leg, she knew she was ready. She would have begged him to fuck her if her mouth wasn’t full of his brother’s cock. As it was, she could just moan as he fingered her pussy and clit.
    “Hurry up, Brother. I’m not going to last. Her mouth feels amazing on my cock. And every times you feel her up, she makes these moaning sounds and I can feel the vibration.”
    Jackson laughed and positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. He held her hips still and slowly pushed inside of her. He didn’t change directions. He didn’t stroke inside her. He just kept moving forward until he was buried balls deep inside of her, and she felt like she was going to explode if he didn’t start moving.
    He brought his hands up to her breasts and massaged and squeezed and caressed. He squeezed her nipples, pinching and twisting.
    He whispered in her ear, “Next time we get together, I’m going to clamp your nipples so it will feel like I’m pinching your nipples even when I’m not, and I’m going to ride your ass while my brother has his cock buried in your pussy.” Cassie groaned and clamped down hard on his cock. Markus groaned and gritted, “Get moving, Brother. I’m dying here, and I’m not going to last.”
    Jackson started moving, riding her hard. Markus followed suit, fucking