Page 90 of Single Girl Rules: Auctioned

He pulled as far back as possible and slammed into her atfull force. The bikini strap snapped and her entire body shook with pleasure.

“Fuckkkkkk,” she screamed. But it was silenced half way throughby the nine-incher shoving his cock down her throat. And then she startedstroking the squad leader.

“Well that’s interesting,” I said, pointing to her glove thatwas starting to tear at the seams. “It appears stroking smaller cocks is actuallymore likely to make them rip. I would have thought the opposite, but I guess itkinda makes sense. The smaller the cock, the more she has to bend her fingersto get around it. Like on mine, her hand was basically still wide open. It’s agood thing we tested this.”

“Great,” said Anthony. “All her clothes are ruined, so I thinkwe’re done here.”

“But…” said Maeve. She looked down at her torn glove. Andthen at her ruined top on the ground by her feet. “My heels could still snap. Orsome of those diamonds could pop off if they put me on all fours.”

“Better test it,” I said.

“I agree,” said Maeve. She stood up, grabbed the nine-incher,and walked him over to a lounge chair. He tossed her onto all fours and then startedfucking her from behind.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “You’re all so big. I can’t believethe rumors were true.”

“Rumors?” asked Anthony. “You knew all the guards were huge whenyou agreed to have the Uskavian wedding?”

“Umm…” said Maeve. But she never had to finish her thought,because the squad leader stuck his cock in her mouth.

Damn she’s a freak.Just like Ash.

I couldn’t wait to claim Maeve once the guards stretched herout a bit. But I wanted to make sure that I could really picture Ash when I didit.

I reached into my pocket for my phone so I could bring up thesecurity feed of the girls, but I’d left it in my office.

“You,” I said, pointing to the first guard who had failed tomeasure in. “Give me your phone.”

“Yes, sir.” He took his phone out of one of his tactical vestpockets and tossed it to me.

I pulled up the security feed of the dressing room. But thegirls weren’t there yet. And they weren’t in the elevator. Or in the halloutside the bachelorette suite.

Oh fuck.These idiots better not have let the girls escapeagain.

“Sergeant,” I yelled.

But there was no response.

I looked over at the gangbang. Maeve was now straddling thesquad leader on the lounge chair. He’d tossed his helmet to the side and hertits were hitting him in the face as she bounced up and down on his cock.

“Get her tits out of his face,” I demanded to Birthmark.

He saluted and grabbed her leash to pull Maeve’s head towardshis own cock. She opened wide to suck him off. And more importantly, her titswere now out of the squad leader’s face.

“Sergeant!” I yelled again.

“Yes sir?” he asked.

“Did you give the command to bring the girls up to the dressingroom?”

“No, sir. We got interrupted by Anthony asking about the sizecontest before I could give the order.”

“Damn it, Sergeant. You just lost your pussy privileges forthe next five minutes. Birthmark, you’re up again. And you,” I said to thefifth guy. “I need your radio.”

He handed it to me.

I hit the button to open the channel. “Bravo Squad, where thefuck are you?”

“In the bachelorette suite awaiting your orders,” came theresponse. “We found the girls.”

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