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We all coaxed the last girl to take her turn. She hesitated, clearly

shy, but eventually gave in with a nervous smile and disappeared through

the door her curiosity finally getting the better of her.

Drinks in

hand, we watched the third girl stumble back in with flushed cheeks and a

dazed expression. “Ohhh fuck,” she exhaled, collapsing into the seat

opposite mine. As she casually bent down to dress again, she spread her

legs wide to slip on her panties, completely exposed. I shouldn't have

looked but I couldn’t help myself.

Her pussy was raw, visibly used,

and dripping hidden behind a wild, untrimmed bush glistening with

arousal. It wasn’t polished like mine, but something about the rawness

of it, the aftermath of being thoroughly fucked, sent a fresh wave of

heat between my thighs.

God, I was so glad I went before her… but damn, it was still insanely hot to see another woman’s pussy freshly devoured.

I forced myself to look away, trying to calm the sudden throb deep inside me.

Then the energy shifted.

“Wait... why can’t we hear anything?” someone said. “No moaning? No headboard banging?”

The girl adjusting her tights suddenly perked up. “She better be enjoying it. Let’s go see what’s going on!”

Shit. My heart jumped. What now? “Yeah… let’s check,” I heard myself say, my voice breathless.

We

crept upstairs like naughty schoolgirls, peeking around the bannister.

And there she was clothed, kneeling, simply giving him head.

“That’s not what Claire had in mind,” the bold one growled, and stormed in without hesitation.

We followed like sheep, caught in the heat of the moment.

She

was on her knees, sucking him slow, one hand stroking his thick cock.

Her lips glistened, her cheeks hollowing with every motion. We watched,

fascinated, aroused beyond belief.

One by one, we joined in our

curiosity, our lust, overriding everything else. We circled him, taking

turns stroking, licking, tasting. When it was my turn, I leaned forward,

dragging my tongue across the leaking tip of his cock, savoring the

taste. Pre-cum coated him, salty and hot.

I wrapped my hand around

him and started to stroke. His shaft pulsed under my grip, thick and

throbbing, his body arching as he fought the pleasure.

He moaned, hard and low, as I pumped him faster and then he came.

Thick

streams shot up, painting his abs, his chest, dripping down his skin.

So much cum. It was everywhere, and God, it looked so fucking hot. I was

still gripping his cock, still stroking, watching him twitch from

overstimulation.

One of the girls piped up, “Only three of us got the full service. Your turn,” she said, nudging the shy one.

She

didn’t even hesitate. Just knelt down and took him into her mouth,

deep. Her tongue danced over every inch, licking up every drop of cum,

moaning softly like she was savoring a sweet treat.

Watching her suck him clean made my knees weak.

I

glanced at my hand some of his cum had splashed onto my fingers.

Curiosity flared. I brought them to my mouth and sucked, tasting what

she tasted. Sweet. Salty. Sinful. So fucking good.

The bold one stood and smirked. “Alright ladies Bredders, here we come.”

As we all stood to leave, he lay there on the bed, naked, glistening in sweat and cum, cock twitching, completely spent.

“What about me?” he groaned.

In perfect harmony, we turned, grinned, and said, “Not our problem.”

And with that, we disappeared out the door s

till buzzing, still wet, and very ready for more.