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Her heart pounded in her chest, a drumbeat that matched the rhythm of her need. Jen moaned into the kiss, her own hands finding Fran’s waist, pulling her closer. “Do you think we broke her?” she asked, her voice filled with a mix of concern and excitement. Fran’s stomach growled, the sound cutting through the silence like a knife. And deep down, in the darkest recesses of her soul, she knew that she had never wanted anything more. Each step was a declaration of her submission, a silent invitation to the depraved men who waited outside. Fran watched from her seat, her own breathing ragged as she took in the erotic sight of her best friend pleasuring their shared lover. “Please,” she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea.
