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“Look at you. Dripping all over the floor like a bitch in heat.” I whimper around Maria’s fingers. Lucia and Rosa kneel in front of me, pushing my habit up to my waist. Cool air hits my bare thighs and the wet mess between them. Rosa leans in and drags her tongue up my inner thigh, licking up the slick that had run down. “Sweet,” she whispers. “Little straight girl tastes like sin.” My face burns with humiliation, but my hips jerk forward, chasing her mouth. Elena laughs softly and pushes two thick fingers inside me without warning. The stretch burns so good I almost cry out again. She curls them immediately, stroking that spot that makes my vision blur.

He pulls out just enough to let her ride the wave, then slams back in, his cock throbbing as he fills her with hot spurts of cum that leak out around his shaft, mixing with her own juices. The other girls aren’t far behind. The brunette on his face arches, crying out as she comes, her juices dripping onto his chin. The dark‑haired girl riding his face shudders, her thighs trembling as she rides his mouth to climax, her cries mingling with the blonde’s aftershocks. The room is a mess of sweat, semen, and satisfied sighs, the night air thick with the aftermath of pure, unfiltered lust. I’m left panting against the glass, my own orgasm crashing over me like a wave. My fingers slide out, slick a

“Virgin ass, swallowing that monster cock.” Sasha’s eyes were locked on the point of connection. “She’s a natural,” she purred, her own arousal evident in her husky tone. Her hand slid down Leo’s torso, finding his erection, and began to stroke him in time with Kael’s gradual penetration. Finally, Kael was fully seated. He was buried inside her ass, his pelvis flush against her cheeks. The fullness was breathtaking, a constant, profound pressure. He held still, letting her adjust. “All in,” he breathed, his voice thick with lust. “My cock in your virgin ass. Feel it?”

Ellie was trapped in her erotic dream, and in it, the love of her life was stroking inside her while kissing her shoulders and neck. It sent tingles down to her toes and clit. In the dream, his manhood was thick and hard, filling her to the brim; her pussy was wet and hot, stuffy like the South American jungles; her breathing was quick and shallow in her dream. Oh, what a lovely dream... or was it?

Pressing his tip against my entrance, he pushed his cock forward just enough to stretch me, the ache was delicious and maddening. Then he pulled away, leaving me gasping for more. They alternated, one teasing my pussy, the other rubbing against my clit or ass and always stopping at the brink. My juices coated their cocks as the room filled with the wet sounds of my denial. I was trembling, my orgasm built and receded like a tide. Gerald's fingers found my clit, circling it fast while the coordinator's cock pressed against my asshole, teasing the tight ring. My body convulsed, a dry orgasm ripping through me without penetration. I collapsed onto the bed, shaking. Gerald and the coordinator bo

Sophia worked my dripping pussy with deep, sensual strokes, opening me wider, teasing that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. My whole body burned. The rich scent of oil and sex filled my lungs. The wet glide of their hands, the pinch of fingers on my nipples, the stretch of Sophia’s fingers inside me, the taste of vanilla on my tongue, the sight of their flushed, hungry faces. Everything overwhelmed me. I was completely theirs. Moaning, dripping, trembling on the table while they slowly drove me out of my mind. The tension between the three of us crackled like electricity. I did not know how much longer any of us could hold back before we all broke.

Damien began to move, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm, his body pressing against mine with each thrust. "Damien," I whispered, my voice breathy and needy. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He captured my lips in another kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his body explored mine. I could feel the pressure building, my body coiling tight with anticipation. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to go faster. Suddenly, I felt it...the rush of sensation, the release of pressure. I cried out, my body convulsing as I squirted, the wetness soaking the sofa beneath us.

My entire on-screen sexual history. Now I'm staring at a script titled After Hours that reads like someone ripped the pages straight out of someone's private fantasies. Full-frontal scenes. Extended sex sequences. No cutaways. No clever angles. The director, Elena Voss, is famous for wanting "authenticity"—which in her world means the actors actually feel desire, not just pretend to. She told my agent flat-out: "If Maya can't sell real heat, Sofia Marquez is waiting in the wings."

’ I groaned, squeezing the electrified, handful mounds, sending current sparking all through me. I shook out my long, black tresses and kneaded my tan-lined boobs, pink nipples jutting rigid, sniffing the salty air, buzzing with anticipation. The Koreans were kissing each other again, Kim’s strong hands plying Jang mi’s plump buttocks, Jang mi grabbing kin ’s head and savaging his mouth. I inched twitching fingers up to my straining nipples, my whole body shaking, heavy with erotic heat. And then…rain hissed down.