"Can you do it, baby girl?" Drystan purrs in her ear, tattooed fingers digging into her hip, leaving bruises for her to admire later. 
She nods, incapable of speaking with Alexander's long fingers so deep in her throat. "So pretty," she hears Alexander praise, hazel eyes rising up to meet his forest greens in the kind of reverence that is only reserved for gods. 
"Will you be a good girl and let us fill you up?" His fingers leave her mouth with a pop, her teary eyes looking back at Drystan pleadingly. 
"Yes, please," she shakes, fingers clutching Alexander's shirt as Drystan stretches her. "Please, daddy," 
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The Masked Escort