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Jackie stares up at Eliza. Every move Eliza makes, Jackie copies. Eliza watches her with a cold smile, eating up the obedience. She leans in, takes Manuel Ferrara’s cock between her lips, and slides down until it hits the back of her throat. Jackie opens her mouth right after, mirroring the angle. Saliva drips from Eliza’s chin onto Jackie’s face. She doesn’t wipe it off. She lets it trail, then spits the same wet strand back onto Manuel’s shaft. Jackie copies that too. The ropes around her wrists pull tight when Eliza pushes her head farther down. Jackie gags but stays on her knees, throat working, bush brushing Manuel’s thigh every time she bobs. Eliza wraps a hand around Jackie’s hair and holds her there, counting the seconds while Manuel’s hips roll. When Jackie tries to pull up, Eliza only pushes harder. Brown hair sticks to both their cheeks. Deep, wet sounds fill the space between them. Eliza never breaks eye contact with Jackie. She just keeps feeding her the same rhythm, the same spit, the same pressure until Jackie’s eyes water and her lips stretch wide around the same cock.