The afternoon sun baked Red Rocks into a furnace as Tyson and Isaiah circled Taylor, their usual taunts flying like cheap shots. "Look at this stuck-up blonde thinking she owns the trail," Tyson sneered, flexing his muscular frame. Isaiah snickered, "Yeah, maybe we should teach her some manners, right, bro?" Taylor's eyes narrowed, her voice sharp as steel. "Walk away, boys. I've got powers that make your little bully games look like playground nonsense." They laughed harder, closing in. With a flick of her wrist, their clothes vanished in a shimmer of energy, leaving them naked and exposed under the blistering sky. "Aww, he has an innie, how cute," Taylor giggled, eyeing Tyson's tiny cock. Before they could react, she grabbed Isaiah and shoved his head straight up Tyson's hairy, sweaty ass. Tyson roared in agony, his virgin hole stretched impossibly wide around his best friend's skull, the pain searing like fire as muscles tore and strained. Isaiah gagged on the musky, bitter taste of sweat and ass, his nose buried in the hot, pungent depths, inhaling the ripe, earthy stench while his hands slapped and gripped the cheeks in panic. Taylor watched, her own breath quickening as she grew horny, fingers sliding down to her wet pussy. "That's it, feel every inch of that stretch, boys," she quipped wittily. "Your cock's not even hard enough to matter, Tyson, but Isaiah's buried like he belongs there." Panting, she rubbed her dripping clit, the sight making her cum hard with a moan, juices slick on her thighs. Tyson whimpered through the burn, Isaiah's tongue accidentally tasting deeper as chaos peaked. "This is just the warm-up, darlings," Taylor purred, already plotting her next move.
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