The train rattled over the tracks, but Stilesβs heart pounded louder. Her thighs were slick, her chest heaving, her slutty dress clinging to her sweat-damp body. She looked up at her men β Derek, Scott, Peter β her mouth already parted, lips glistening, eyes pleading.
Stiles (breathy): βP-Pleaseβ¦ I need cockβ¦ Iβll do it hereβ¦ on my kneesβ¦β













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