Scott’s laugh was sharp as broken glass. "Pathetic little slut," he sneered, releasing her hair. "One fist and she screams ownership." He traced a cruel finger down her tear-streaked cheek. "But she hasn’t even tasted cock yet." Derek withdrew his hand slowly, making Stiles gasp at the sudden emptiness.
Peter pulled his thumb free, leaving her gaping holes clenching at the air. Stiles collapsed onto the table, trembling and slick, her body humming with oversensitivity. "Please," she whimpered, barely audible. "Need it... inside me... your cocks... please..."




















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