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friendly competition

... she looked as she squirmed in pleasure. “Faster Harry, please,” she begged. I picked up the pace, and I could feel my orgasm approaching. I just needed to hold off until she came. “How does that fucking feel?” I grunted. “God, it feels amazing. So fucking good,” she whimpered. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit. “I’m so close. Fuck Harry, you’re gonna make me come so fucking hard,” she moaned. She started rubbing her clit, reminiscent of the way she had with Niall earlier. “Fuck, baby, are you gonna squirt?” “Yeah, god, fuck! Take it out, take it out!” she shouted. I pulled out of her, her hips falling to the bed with a soft thud. I pumped myself while I watched her come. Her body shook and she squirted all over my bottom half. The sight of her was too much, and I came, my load landing on her stomach and breasts. “Oh my god,” she panted. “You guys…” “You guys what?” I asked. “Are fucking amazing,” she giggled. “Yeah?” Niall asked, standing up from the chair. “But which is better?” “I don’t know,” she said. “You both made me come three times, and you both made me squirt. I guess it’s a draw.” Then she looked at the two of us with a sneaky grin. “Or we could do it again and see if I come to a different conclusion.”