My hands knead at the little butt cheeks hanging slightly over the edge of the counter right underneath my meal, my thumbs occasionally molesting the wrinkly brown asshole in between, just because it’s there. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental. XXX No, I can’t! All three girls yelp and shout miserable complaints. Not unpleasant, but somewhat overwhelming. Her body trembles from the strain. You can probably end this… or go easy on us… can’t you?” The way I hold still, the way I don’t respond seems to give her all the answers she needs. “Uh… S-seven!” She winces, reaching back and holding her bleeding butt. Her forehead still has the number 1 written on it, marking her as Female 1 for this game.
