#praetorian

You're currently being held in a full nelson, folded in half and half awake as two of the clones pound into you from either direction. You thought he'd be home later and you'd be long gone before he returned but he got back just in time to see you cracking open the door after busting the locks and instead of letting you get away with a blowjob and some yelling he decided to let his cards decide and he pulled duplicates. The third clone slaps your cheek to pull you back to reality, reminding you of your objective, figure out which is the original but you can't even think as the fourth clone teases your nipples and the first two continue fucking you through what had to be your third orgasm. The game has to be rigged, it has to be, they're completely identical and equally mean. The third clone pops your cheek again before pressing your tongue down with his thumb and spitting in your mouth, maybe he's the original but you can't even speak as the fourth moves to kiss you hungrily. The one holding you up adjusts to grip you tighter as the second clone starts to move faster, you can only whine in response, you're already so full, you can't take anymore but that doesn't stop both of them from spilling into you, squishing you between them and making your legs fold painfully before they drop you onto the couch. They promised they wouldn't stop until you found out who's the original and you're clueless. Meanwhile the original sits on the lounge chair, smirking as he watches, he pulled a second card after cloning himself, invisibility, he'll probably make himself know eventually but for now he'll just watch.