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Locked Inside A Glory Box
Deprived of sight and sound, I’m at their mercy.
It’s been a while, so enjoy this sneak peek from the next in Eva’s Hotwife Adventures — Eva’s Glory-ious FreeUse.
“How do you rate option three?” The voice from outside my glory box remains cool and disinterested, as though he isn’t asking me to rate the impossible.
The last man to play with me through the holes didn’t allow me to come, or give me cock — the two requisites for a good rating. But the ice and feather show a level of inventiveness that deserves to be rewarded.
“Seven.” My voice doesn’t sound like my own. I’m hot and frustrated. There are at least three men out there and I deserve a good fucking. “My husband didn’t invite you over to give me a combined total of fourteen out of thirty.”
The red pinpricks mock me. They remind me that at least Caleb is watching this torture. I don’t want to just put on a show, I want to be the show.
One hand reaches through the hole near my left breast. After a rough squeeze that’s just enough to restart my juices, he grabs my hand and pulls it towards the hole. As a cock is placed inside my palm, someone else does the same to my right hand.
Two cocks. “Is that the best you can do?” I call out, challenging the third man to do his best.
