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Amy's head fell back against the desk, her mouth hanging open, jaw slack, eyes rolling as Leon's hips pressed flush against hers.
The bulge in her stomach sat visible just below her navel, a thick ridge pressing up beneath pale skin that shifted whenever Leon so much as breathed.
"F-full— I'm so f-full—"
Her voice came out broken, barely above a whisper, and her small hands gripped the edges of the desk hard enough that the tendons in her wrists stood out.
The bunny ears had shifted sideways, one flopping over her forehead, and the tail plug was pressed flat against the wood beneath her, the white tuft crushed between her ass and the desk.
Leon held still, buried to the hilt, letting her adjust. His hands rested on her thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft skin of her inner legs, spreading them wider. Arthur could see everything from the chair.
The way Amy's pussy was stretched around the thick shaft, her pink lips pulled taut, gripping Leon's cock like a second skin. The wetness that had leaked out and pooled on the desk beneath her. The faint light of the Mark on her inner thigh, pulsing in time with her heartbeat.
Arthur felt the pleasure pouring through the bond. Thick and Constant. Every nerve in Amy's body was firing, and the Mark channeled all of it straight into his chest.
Leon pulled backed slowly making sure that Arthur got a good view. And so Arthur watched the thick shaft reappear inch by inch, slick and glistening, with Amy's pussy gripping it on the way out as if trying to pull it back in.
The head caught at her entrance, stretching her open, and Amy's hips bucked up off the desk chasing what her mouth had just called too much.
"Nn— don't— don't pull out—"
The words left her before she could stop them. Amy's eyes went wide, her face flushing scarlet, and she clamped her lips shut as if she could take them back.
Robin's breath caught against Arthur's ear.
"Hear that?" Robin's voice had gone thick. Her fingers were still wrapped around the outline of him through his trousers, squeezing in absent pulses she didn't seem to be aware of. "She's begging for it. Your girl is begging another man not to stop."
Ignoring her words Arthur keeps a calm face as he is forced to watch on.
Leon didn't make her wait. He slammed forward in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt, and the sound that tore out of Amy wasn't a word. It was raw and hard as her small breasts bounced hard from the impact, the bare flesh jiggling before settling, nipples hard and twitching. The bulge in her stomach reappeared, pressing up sharp beneath her skin.
"NNGH—!"
Leon set a slow rhythm with deep long strokes that pulled almost all the way out before driving back in, each thrust landing with a wet smack that echoed off the office walls. Amy's petite body rocked with every one.
Her breasts bounced in time, the soft flesh rippling with each impact, and her thighs shook on either side of Leon's hips. The tail plug shifted with every thrust, the base pressing deeper then releasing, the white tuft bobbing between her cheeks in an obscene rhythm of its own.
Arthur watched it all from the way Amy's flat stomach bulged and flattened with each stroke. The way her pussy lips gripped the shaft, pulled outward on every backstroke, slick and stretched and clinging.
The way her toes curled inside the stockings of the bunny suit, her legs locked tight around Leon's waist, heels digging into his back. The way her fingers had given up on the desk and found Leon's forearms instead, nails sinking into muscle, pulling him closer with each thrust.
She was completely lost in it, her body having fully betrayed her mind, surrendered to the lust of it all. From the moment Leon pushed inside her, the sounds coming out of her grew more and more obscene moans spilling freely through the room.
"Ah— ah— Leon, deeper, please—"
Amy's hips were shaking as she tried to match Leon, whose large frame enclosed her entirely. Leon grabbed her petite ass and lifted her off the desk, each thrust taking him as deep as he could go.
And as Amy and Leon picked up the pace, Robin seemed to want to join in on the fun. Her hands slid down Arthur's chest, feeling him out through his shirt, tracing the lines of his muscles.
"Look at her." Robin murmured against his ear as she moved to the side of the chair, getting closer to Arthur. Her nails raked slowly across the fabric just above his belt. "She doesn't even remember you're in the room anymore."
Her fingers found his belt buckle and slowly undid it, her thumb tracing the metal edge. Her hand reached down to the tent that was building in Arthur's pants, Robin's palm lingering over the tight fabric.
"Oh my. I think somebody got a little excited watching their girl get fucked by Leon." She squeezed through the fabric. "What is it? Did you like watching his big fat cock stretch out your girl's pussy? Hitting her womb and sending her straight into ecstasy?"
Robin teased Arthur while Leon's pace grew faster, his hands gripping Amy's hips, fingers sinking into her soft flesh hard enough to leave marks. The smack of their skin hitting each other grew louder with Amy's moans breaking apart in sporadic bursts, her voice cracking higher with each one.
"AH— AH— AH—"
Her small breasts were bouncing violently with each impact, the soft flesh rippling and flopping, her swollen nipples twitching.
Sweat glistened on her pale skin, trailing down her stomach, pooling around the bulge that pressed up from the inside. A thick ridge that seemed to want to pierce straight through her body.
Robin's hands slid down and undid the button on Arthur's trousers. The zipper followed, tooth by tooth, and before Arthur could react her fingers slipped past his waistband and wrapped around his cock.
Her bare hand against his shaft, her grip warm and firm, and the sound she made when she felt the full length of him was a low, pleased one.
"Not bad." She stroked him slowly as she freed him from his undergarments, his shaft standing tall and proud even if it was smaller than Leon's. "Not quite Leon's. But not bad at all."
She started to work her hand in long deliberate pulls from base to tip, her grip tightening on the upstroke and loosening on the down. A rhythm that showed she had done this many times before.
On the desk, Leon had lifted Amy's legs over his shoulders. The new angle let him drive deeper, the bulge in her stomach pressing higher, and Amy's scream tore through the room raw and broken.
Her small body folded beneath his, her breasts squeezed together between her thighs and his chest, her hands clawing at the wood beneath her.
"S-SO DEEP— I CAN FEEL IT IN MY—"
Her words dissolved into a moan that didn't stop as Leon's pace turned relentless. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the office in a constant rhythm.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Amy's petite body rocked beneath each thrust as if she weighed nothing, like she was nothing more than a toy for Leon to use.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Arthur watched it all. Could only sit there with his cock in Robin's hand. He could do nothing except feel the pleasure pouring through the Mark and watch as Leon's shaft was gripped by Amy's pussy on every stroke. Her pink lips pulled taut, clinging, slick and stretched. Her flat stomach bulging and flattening with each thrust. Her toes curling. Her thighs shaking. Amy was experiencing something that Arthur couldn't give her, and she wasn't pretending otherwise.
Robin's hand quickened on his cock. Her strokes grew faster, tighter, her wrist twisting on each pass as Arthur's shaft throbbed in her grip. She pressed closer against the side of the chair, her chest pushing into his arm, her nipples hard against the fabric of her shirt.
"You like this, don't you?" Robin's voice had dropped to something raw, stripped of the folksy performance. Her thumb smeared the precum leaking from his tip, slicking her palm before she stroked back down. "Your cock is rock hard watching Leon destroy your girl's pussy. It gets bigger every time she screams his name."
Her hand squeezed on the upstroke. Letting him throb in her grip before sliding back down slow.
"Tell me, Arthur. What kind of man gets this hard watching his girl beg for another man's cock?"