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“What can I do for you, Mariposa?” She looks from them to me, staring directly into my eyes.

“Let them watch,” she says as she bends her knees and props her feet up onto the body, spreading herself wide for all to see. She certainly is a sight to savor. Her arousal drips from her pussy as she plays with herself. Both men never take their lust filled eyes off of her most sensitive areas. It pisses me off. Why should they be able to see something so intimate?

“Are you jealous, Pierce? Then show them what you can do to me instead of what I can do to myself.” She smirks at me and removes her fingers. Leaning in, the aroma of her cunt invades my nose and sends heat surging through my quivering body straight down to my cock. The urge to be inside of her is unbearable. The way my cock is trying to force its way out of my pants is almost painful. Looking over my shoulder, I can see that these fucks are still staring at her and figure, why not let them see. They'll never have her and won't ever be leaving.

Placing my hands on the insides of her thighs, I spread her legs more as she leans back onto her palms once more. I flick my tongue over her clit slowly and stick a finger just barely inside of her dripping core. I can hear the groan of one of the frat boys from behind me and it pisses me off. I immediately jump up and grab the hammer, stomping over to the closest guy and bash his head in. Brain matter sprays around the room and on my face. Gross.

Muffled groans erupt from next to me and I look over to see tears streaming down the third guy’s face as he tries to hide his fear. Pussy.

I see movement to my right and turn my head to see my Mariposa making her way over to our last victim. There is no hesitation before she hops up onto the table and straddles his face, slowly starting to ride it. As I get closer, I notice she has both his mouth and his nose covered and his eyes are wide. He frantically attempts to buck her off but fails miserably. His fight becomes aggressive as her moans echo through the room, reverberating off of the walls.

His body begins to convulse at the same time as hers, but for very different reasons. The volume of her moaning increases as his fight dies down. I move in closer, getting to my knees to be eye level with her soaking wet cunt. With how wet she is, I can’t tell if he is suffocating or drowning. Either way, I couldn’t imagine a better way to leave this shit world. It’s definitely better than the way that I went out, that’s for sure.

I watch the life drain from his eyes as she reaches her orgasm and screams through her release. “Ah, Mariposa, that’s a beautiful song that I could listen to for the rest of my life,” I say as I watch the bliss on her face. Her bottom lip is swollen from how hard she was biting it. A thin layer of sweat glistens on her forehead and her face is flushed. I have never seen a more perfect post-orgasm glow.

“You are absolutely stunning, Mariposa.” Our eyes collide and she hops off of the table without breaking the connection. Walking to the corner of the room, she grabs a chair and drags it over to me. She shoves my shoulder, making me fall into the chair as she straddles my lap. In one swift motion, she pulls down the zipper of my pants and whips out my cock, firmly impaling herself on it. A groan leaves both of our lips as she begins to ride me.

The feeling is pure ecstasy as she rolls her hips and sings her beautiful melody in my ear.

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Pierce

Ihave never felt more alive than I do in this moment with Pierce. I’ve always been the good girl who followed the rules and did what she was told. It feels good to be bad and do everything that is considered wrong.

I roll my hips, taking what I want from him. I feel the familiar heat bubble up in my lower belly and chase after the feeling of bliss. Watching Pierce submit and accept whatever I’m willing to give him makes me want to ensure his pleasure as well.

Abruptly, I hop off of his lap and get to my knees in front of him. I take him into my mouth and hollow my cheeks as he lets out a deep moan. I push his length down my throat as much as I can and swallow until I can’t handle it anymore. I release him from my mouth with a pop and lick around the tip as he lifts his hips, trying to push back in.

“Please, baby,” he says as he looks deeply into my eyes, the words making me wetter than I thought possible. As I drop my hand to the wetness, I put his length back in my mouth and continue to suck while he grabs my hair. Pierce holds my head down and I feel like I can’t breathe, but it only turns me on more. Rubbing tight circles around my clit, I moan around his length and a moment later, we are both orgasming at the same time.

Once I come down from the feeling, I get back to my feet and straddle him once more. Without hesitation, I fully seat myself on his cock as he repositions himself and fucks up into me. The force is brutal as my tits bounce in his face, nearly spilling out of my shirt. Tingles run down my spine as I orgasm once more and I ride out the feeling until he reaches his climax.

The moan that leaves his lips makes goosebumps rise on my skin. The fact that I can have this effect on another human makes me feel powerful in every way possible. The look of contentment on his face makes me smile from ear to ear. As I rise to my feet, Pierce grips my hips, keeping in place before him.

“You are beautiful when you cum, Mariposa. I will never tire of it.” He places his thumb on my bottom lip and gently pulls it down before bringing my face towards his and kissing me softly. He’s addicting.

I pull back slowly, savoring the gentleness I never received before. “Show me the garden?” I ask as I ruffle his hair. He smiles up at me but not before kissing my palm and getting to his feet. He takes my hand and holds it tightly in his as we make our way down the stairs. We head out towards the garden leaving the mess behind.

I feel nothing but peace as soon as we get outside. Who would have thought that an abandoned house would have the most beautiful garden. The air is crisp, and the wind blows gently through my hair. Butterflies dance through the sky in a synchronized manner.

I am so amazed by the beauty of nature outside of the manor that it takes me a moment to realize Pierce is no longer holding my hand. I turn around to look for him and notice that he is nowhere in sight.

My gaze scans the overgrown maze of weeds and vines, searching for any sign of him. The silence of the garden is heavy, broken only by the rustling leaves and the distant hum of city traffic. He’s not hiding. He wouldn't hide from me, not after what we just shared.

A flash of color catches my eye—a bright yellow rose blooming defiantly through the cracked pavement near the base of an ancient stone wall. That’s his color. It’s the same shade as his eyes when he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters in the entire world.

I push through a thorny bush, my heels sinking into the soft earth, and follow the trail of destruction he leaves behind. There are broken twigs and crushed petals scattered across the grass, leading toward a small, crumbling gazebo in the center of the garden.

As I approach, I see a silhouette perched on the edge of the roof of the gazebo. The wind catches his dark hair, making it dance wildly around his face. He’s looking out into the forest, his posture relaxed but alert.

I walk up the three steps to the gazebo, my heart pounding against my ribs. When I reach him, he doesn’t turn around. He pats the space next to him, gesturing for me to sit with him.

As I sit, I see what’s got his attention, the millions of fireflies creating their lightshow through the trees.

There’s a sharp pinch on the side of my neck before everything goes black.

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