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To give the cuckquean a messy facial to wear around camp

You feel Heather's muscles tighten around your cock as she approaches her climax, her eyes locked onto Gwen's. "Cum for her," Heather says with a wicked grin, her voice breathless with pleasure. "Show her what she's missing out on."

Gritting your teeth, you do as Heather commands. You can't ignore the intense arousal that's been building within you, and you let go, releasing a hot jet of cum that sprays all over Gwen's face and chest. She squeals with delight, her own orgasm following shortly after. The sight of your cum on Gwen marking her as a cum slut excites Heather.

"Look at the little goth bitch," Heather says with a sneer, looking down at Gwen, who's kneeling on the sand, covered in your cum. "You're such a good cuckquean, aren't you?" Gwen's cheeks flush with humiliation, but she doesn't move. She's in too deep under Heather's spell to do anything but obey.

"Now, let's make sure everyone knows who's in charge," Heather says, climbing off you. She stands over Gwen, her legs spread wide, and with a wicked smile, she reaches between her legs to scoop up your cum with her fingers. She brings her hand up to her mouth and tastes it, closing her eyes in pleasure. "Mmm, so good," she moans, then she wipes her cum-covered fingers across Gwen's mouth, smearing it even more. "Now wear his cum like a badge of honor around camp. I want your teammates to see how much of a slut you are."

Gwen...


Obediently following Heather orders

Gwen nod her head obediently, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment and arousal. Heather's words hit her like a slap in the face, but she couldn't fight the urge to obey. She knew that everyone would see the proof of her humiliation, but something about it made her stomach flutter in a way she never wanted to admit.

As Heather stepped away, Gwen slowly got up, her legs trembling. She took one last look at the two of you, still tangled in a passionate embrace, before she turned and started walking back to the camp. Each step was a silent protest, but her body betrayed her, her hips swaying slightly with the memory of what she had just witnessed.

Heather kiss you hard. "You are making my dreams come true," she whispers in your ear, her breath hot and ragged. Gwen's retreating figure is a distant memory as Heather's hands explore your body, her nails digging into your back. "That bitch will never be able to look me in the eye again." she says with satisfaction.

You wrap your arms around Heather's waist, pulling her in closer, your cock soft from the intense fucking you just shared. "You're mine," Heather says, her eyes dark with lust and ownership. "And she's just the entertainment."

You didn't know if you could truly betray her when the time come. Heather cunt is possibly better than having a haram full of women.

 

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