Semua Bab Steamy Encounters: Bab 81 - Bab 90

The VIP section was quieter, darker, and more expensive than the main floor, and the private booth he led us into sat high enough to give a perfect view of the dance floor below, but the real stage was the one he’d created for us inside these walls. He was extremely handsome, and the second I saw him up close I just wanted to ride that cock.He didn’t speak much at first. He watched as Barb and I settled onto the long couch across from him. The bass from downstairs was muted up here, and the low light made everything feel private. I shifted on the seat and looked at him while Barb sat close enough that our thighs touched.“What do you want us to do? I'm Mandy, and She's Barb.” I asked.He leaned back in his chair and studied both of us for a long moment before he answered. “I want to see you together.”Barb glanced at me, her lips already parted, and I could tell she was curious and a little reckless the way she’d been all night. I actually wanted Barb low-key, more than I wanted to a

He pulled his cock out of my mouth with a wet sound and reached into his pocket for a condom, tearing the packet open with his teeth while he kept one hand locked in my hair. I stayed on my knees, lips swollen and spit still running down my chin, watching him roll the latex down his thick length without looking away from me.“Get on the couch,” he said. “On your hands and knees. Face Barb.”I climbed up without arguing and positioned myself between Barb’s spread legs, my ass in the air and my mouth already hovering over her still-wet pussy. Barb reached down and threaded her fingers into my hair, pulling me closer while she looked past me at him.“She’s been waiting for that cock all night,” Barb said, her voice eager. “Are you finally going to give it to her while she eats me out?”He stepped up behind me and ran his hand down the curve of my back, then lower, spreading me open with his fingers so he could see how wet I still was. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do. Mandy, put your

SYNOPSIS: FMMThe female lead, Rita, is restoring a private art collection for two reclusive billionaire twins. They insist on inspecting every inch of her work and then every inch of her, together....I was standing at the restoration table with my coworker Maya, both of us leaning over that half-ruined 18th-century portrait of some powdered aristocrat whose face had cracked like old river ice. The varnish was peeling in long yellow strips, and the left eye had gone almost completely white from moisture damage. Maya was carefully dabbing solvent along the edge of the canvas while I held the stretcher steady so it wouldn’t warp any further. She was laughing about the way the sitter’s mouth looked permanently surprised, like he had just realised someone stole his favourite horse. I couldn’t help laughing with her because the expression was genuinely ridiculous once you stared at it long enough."It's such a pity,” Maya said, tipping her head so the overhead lamp caught the damaged che

The private room was smaller than the main gallery, and the lighting was softer, warmer, almost intimate. There were only four pieces on the walls, and the moment I saw the first one, my face went hot. They weren’t portraits or landscapes. They were extremely explicit. Detailed oil paintings of bodies tangled together, mouths open, skin flushed, hands gripping, pulling, and holding in ways that left nothing to the imagination. The second one showed a woman bent forward over a table while two men took her from both ends. The third was even more graphic. The fourth made my throat go dry.I turned red so fast I felt the heat climb from my neck all the way to my ears. My mouth opened, but no sound came out at first.Nico stepped closer, that mismatched gaze moving slowly from the painting to my face. “You’re blushing,” he said, voice low and almost amused. “Those cheeks match the colour of her skin in the second piece. I wonder if the rest of you turns that pretty when you’re flustered.”

Nico finally pulled his mouth away from my dripping pussy and sat back on his heels. I watched through half-lidded eyes as he shoved his own pants down and freed his cock. It was just as thick as Luca’s, maybe a fraction shorter but heavy and flushed dark, the head already leaking. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked once, twice, while looking down at me. “Look at that painting,” he said, voice rough. He pointed with his free hand at the second canvas on the wall—the one where the woman was bent forward while two men used her. “Look at how she’s taking both of them. That’s what you’re about to do.” Before I could answer, he put his hands on my hips and turned me over like I weighed nothing. My knees scraped the floor as he positioned me on all fours, ass toward him, face toward Luca. Luca was still on his knees in front of me, that massive cock glistening with my spit. Nico’s hands spread my cheeks open, and I felt the thick head of his cock slide through my soaked folds, not