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He roughly pushed my head down on his bulge. His wild scent assaulted me. He smelled like wild, raw fire—funny comparison. I sniffed. "Do you want this badly, slut?" He growled. "I love it when you call me that. It turns me on. Can you do that once more?" I licked his bulge. "You are hard and ready to be devoured." He didn't say a word as I untied the robe of his trousers and let it pool at his feet. I licked my lips once more before I kissed him.

Eventually, things escalated until I was now sending him videos of my masturbation. I was slowly arousing Austin's lust and desire, little by little. At first, he ignored my provocative messages, but eventually, he started demanding to know who I was. I recalled the time in swimming class when I stole glances at Austin's well-toned abs and V-lines that led to his happy trail and the happier bulge in his pants. The mere sight of it had the horny side of me howling with desire. I wanted him so, so much.

Please help me, I need the medicine today. I love it when these sophisticated women implore me to fuck them. My balls contract at this request. - Sorry, madam, I need to be really motivated to do this, then the medicine will be more effective. The desire must come, and right now, I have no desire. - What can I do to motivate you? I'll double your price from five hundred thousand to one million. - Thank you very much, miss, but I need to feel the desire, and right now, I don't feel it.

I was shaking, tears of overwhelming need pricking my eyes, my body nothing but a live wire of denied pleasure and aching submission. “I haven’t had a real cock in over a year,” I sobbed, spreading my legs even wider for him like an offering. “My pussy’s so empty it hurts. I’ve been touching myself thinking about thick, hard dick stretching me open, but it’s never enough. Please, Axel… I need you to fuck me. I need your big cock ruining my tight little hole. I’ll do anything – just please stop edging me and give it to me. I’m your cock-hungry slut. I’ll worship it, I’ll choke on it, I’ll let you and Zara use me however you want… just please let me feel you inside me.” Zara moaned approvingly

3’s mouth as well, leaving our lipstick smears around the skin of his fingers. Then he dips his fingers into his champagne flute, repeating the process again while we run out tongues all over his fingers. Then he does it the third time, then the fourth time, and by the fifth time, his fingers are totally coated with our lipsticks of different shades of red and pink, and yet dry from our desperate sucking. In a strange way this has made me horny, and when I look at No. 2 who's clenching her legs tightly, and No. 3 who's tongue is still out and her eye all hazy, I realise that they feel the same way.

Her piercing gaze and confident demeanor promised a night of unbridled passion. The conversation flowed as freely as the wine, with each woman sharing her deepest desires and most intimate fantasies. I listened intently, my own arousal growing with each passing moment. As the meal drew to a close, I could feel the electricity in the air, a palpable tension that threatened to ignite at any moment.

“Taste it. Taste what you did. What we did.” He forced his fingers past her lips. The flavor was complex—her own tang, the bitter salt of other men, the unmistakable musk of raw sex. She sucked on them, her eyes rolling back, a fresh wave of shameful arousal drowning her anger. Satisfied, he unzipped his jeans. His thick cock, already fully hard, sprang free. He rubbed the head through the soaked, sensitive folds of her pussy, gathering the mixed fluids. “This is what you do to me,” he hissed. “You make me a fucking animal. You make me want to share you and then reclaim you.”

The thought of pleasuring him in that way excited Sunita, fuelling her desire even more. She eagerly obliged, savouring his taste and relishing in her power to please him. As Sunita pleased him, her desire intensified. She yearned for him to reciprocate, to explore every inch of her, and to bring her to the same heights of pleasure she was providing for him. She felt his hands on her head, guiding her movements and increasing her arousal. The sensation of his touch, combined with the taste of him in her mouth, sent waves of pleasure through her body.

I arched off the couch, back bowing, free hand twisting my nipple harder. “Oh god,” I whispered, voice breaking. The actress on TV climaxed with a dramatic cry, but mine built slower, more real. Waves starting in my core, rippling out. I imagined their voices overlapping. Noah growling, “Do it.” Steve’s low, “Good girl.” Josh’s rough, “Come for us again.”