로그인Ronan takes Theo's place as I climb onto the couch on all fours, my body trembling but still hungry for more. He positions himself behind me, hands spreading my ass cheeks to look at the cum already dripping from my hole. "Look at this." His voice is thick with arousal. "Already full of Easton's load. And I'm going to add mine." He pushes into my ass, still loose and slick from Easton, and starts fucking me with no warm-up. The sensation is overwhelming, almost too much after everything, but I push back against him, taking every thrust. "Been waiting all night for this." He grips my hips hard enough to bruise. "Watching everyone else get a turn. Watching you fall apart over and over. Now it's my turn to wreck you." Easton moves in front of me, his cock already hardening again. It's still covered in the mess we made, and he strokes it slowly, watching my face. "Clean me off." He orders. "Taste what we've done to you." I take him into my mouth, tasting myself and Theo's cum and Ea
Easton fills me completely, stretching me wide around his thick cock. He starts slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, watching my face for every reaction. "Tight little pussy." He groans. "Been dreaming about this. About sinking inside you while they watch." Ronan is already hard again, stroking himself while he watches us. "She's gorgeous like this. All spread open and desperate." "Want to see something better?" Easton looks over at Theo, who's still catching his breath on the floor. "Ronan. Fuck him. Right next to us." Theo scrambles onto the couch beside me, getting on his hands and knees. Ronan moves behind him, slicking himself up, and then pushes in with one long stroke. I watch Theo's face as he takes Ronan's cock, his expression shifting from tension to pure bliss. We're shoulder to shoulder now, both getting fucked, and the connection between us feels electric. "Touch her." Ronan grunts. "Hold her hand while I fuck you." Theo's hand finds mine, o
Easton stands and pulls his shirt over his head. His body is carved from years of disciplined workouts, all hard muscle and defined lines, and I want to touch every inch of it. But he's not focused on me yet. "Theo. Ronan. Get her undressed." They move together like they've done this a hundred times before. Theo pulls my shirt over my head while Ronan unclasps my bra from behind. Four hands on my body, stripping me bare, touching and teasing as they go. When I'm naked on the couch and they're still fully clothed, the power imbalance makes me even wetter. "That's better." Easton unbuckles his belt, watching me squirm. "Now. Come here. Both of you." He means me and Theo. We both move to kneel in front of him as he pulls out his cock. It's thick and heavy, already hard, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. My mouth waters. "Together." He wraps his hand around the base. "Share it. I want to watch you worship it." I lean in from one side, Theo from the other. Our tongues meet on
The last of the party guests stumble out the door around 2 AM, leaving me alone on the couch with my three roommates. I've lived here for a month. A month of tension so thick I could choke on it. A month of catching them looking at me. A month of hearing sounds through the walls at night that made me wonder if they were just with each other, or thinking about me too. Easton closes the door and locks it. He's the leader of this little pack, twenty-seven with dark hair and the kind of jaw that could cut glass. When he turns back to look at me, something in his expression has shifted. "Everyone's gone," he says. It's not a question. Ronan is sprawled in the armchair across from me, all lazy limbs and mischievous smile. Twenty-six, sandy hair, the kind of pretty that makes people do stupid things. "Finally. Thought they'd never leave." Theo sits on the floor by my feet, quiet as always. Twenty-five, soft brown curls, big eyes that see everything. He's leaning against my legs like it's
He pulls out and tucks himself away while I lie there, wrecked and leaking onto his leather seats. My whole body is trembling. My face is still stinging from his slaps. My throat is raw from his cock. I have cum dripping from both holes. "Get up." He opens the car door. "Back inside. Get your purse." I stare at him. "What?" "You heard me." He nods toward the bar. "Walk back in there. Get your things. Then come back to me." "I can't..." I look down at myself. My skirt is wrinkled and stained. My hair is a mess. My makeup is smeared from crying. And I can feel his cum starting to run down my thighs. "Everyone will know." "Yes." He says it like that's the point. "They will." Part of me wants to refuse. To clean up first, wait until I look presentable. But the way he's looking at me makes refusal impossible. This is part of it. Part of the humiliation I crave and he knows I crave. I climb out of the car on shaky legs. The walk back to the bar feels endless, every step making me mor
I brace my palms against the cold brick, spreading my legs without being told. He kicks my feet wider, shoves my skirt up around my waist. The night air hits my bare pussy and I shiver. "So fucking wet." He runs two fingers through my folds. "Throat-fucking makes you drip, doesn't it? Makes you desperate." "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes, please." He slaps my ass, hard enough to make me yelp. "Please what? Use your words. Tell me what you want from a stranger in an alley." "Please fuck me." The words spill out shameless and broken. "Please use me. I need it. I need you." "That's my good little stress relief whore." He slams into me from behind, and I cry out without thinking. His hand clamps over my mouth immediately, muffling the sound, pressing my head back against his shoulder. "Quiet." He's pounding me against the wall, brick scraping my palms. "Someone could come out that door any second. Find you getting fucked like a whore in the alley. Is that what you want?" I moa







