For just a moment, she does. Thinks of Nick positioned exactly as he is right now, his hand working steadily between her legs, the brush of his lips along her belly and the heat of his breath against her skin; imagines sitting up with Sabrina at her back, her slim, nimble hands cupped over her breasts as she kisses her way along her neck. Rosie's head spins again, the build of her orgasm growing just that much stronger and harder to ignore.

"It'd be so much," she moans, even as her head's moving in another of those frantic nods. "Being...played with by both of you, h-having you both do what you wanted to me." She swallows hard, her face so hot it feels as though she's on fire, some incandescent mix of humiliation and desire.

"Being...being both of yours. Y-your Rosie."