This story is raw, shameless, and drenched in desire. It's about control, obsession, and the hunger we pretend not to have. Every scene pushes limits - emotional and physical. If you're looking for polite erotica, this isn't it. But if you crave heat, power, and temptation?
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Chapter 28
Mirror mirror
The moment they step into the private Mirror Room, it’s like walking into a secret garden of sin. Floor-to-ceiling glass on every wall, low lights catching every curve, every bead of sweat about to drip. Katherine leads the way, her trench coat swinging open just enough to show the sheer black lingerie hugging every inch of her thick, soft skin. It’s slutty, elegant, and screams: “Watch me.”
Ayla comes in close behind her, her own trench coat slipping open at the hips, the strappy lace set barely covering that sweet, innocent body that’s anything but innocent tonight. Her cheeks are pink, eyes wide, hair up just enough to show off her throat. Every step looks like she’s already trembling for what’s coming.
Jess trails them, grinning like the devil in red lace. Her hips swing slow, her trench tossed over her shoulder. She’s their hype girl, their filthy confessor, the one who keeps this pack tight and wicked. She catches Ayla’s shy glance and purrs, “Look at you, baby. Tonight you’re gonna drip for him and for her. You ready to be our sweet cum slut?”
Ayla’s breath stutters. She doesn’t answer out loud, but the way her thighs press together says it all.
At the far end of the room, Jude and Jason are already waiting. Big. Hard. Hands around the base of cocks that make Ayla’s lips part on a tiny gasp the second she sees them. She presses back into Tommy’s chest when he steps in behind her, his hand slipping to her hip, his warm breath in her ear.
“You see what you want, baby?” he murmurs, that steady, confident tone that always makes her knees go soft.
She nods, her voice caught somewhere in her chest. “Mhm.”
Katherine tosses her coat aside like she’s shedding her last bit of good-girl skin. She strides to the center of the room, hips swaying, her pussy already glistening between those thick thighs. She runs her hand down her belly, catching the waistband of her thong and snapping it back into place.
“You boys want this?” she purrs, eyes flicking between Jude and Jason. “Come get it.”
Jude and Jason exchange a glance, their eyes dark with hunger. Each step they take toward Katherine is deliberate, slow enough for her to feel the heat radiating off them, close enough that she can hear the slick sound of their anticipation. Jude’s fingers twitch at his sides, craving to grip, to spread, to dominate. Jason’s hand drifts to his cock, letting her hear the wet slide of pre-cum against his skin. Katherine’s breath catches, hips shifting instinctively, the anticipation stretching the moment like a taut wire.
Then they do. Jude is behind her, Jason in front. No one says another word. Jude’s big hands grip her hips, spreading her open for the mirrors. Jason strokes his thick shaft, tapping it against her lips until she opens up, eyes fluttering shut as she sinks her mouth down. The first wet slap echoes as Jude’s cock head drags through her folds, spreading her open wide. The room fills with the sound of skin meeting skin, Katherine’s soft moans muffled around Jason’s cock.
Jess sits herself on the couch, one knee pulled up, hand slipping under her lace panties as she watches. She flicks her gaze to Ayla, who's half-straddling Tommy's lap now, coat slipping off her shoulders, his hand splayed on her bare thigh.
"Look at her, baby," Jess hisses, voice dripping with lust. "Your goddess taking cock like she was born for it. You wanna be like that, huh? Watch her, Ayla. Watch how she opens up."
Ayla's breath catches, eyes fixed on Katherine's pussy, stretched so wide by Jude's thick shaft that every slick push makes her bite her lip and whimper. Tommy's hand slides up, brushing her inner thigh, his thumb tracing lazy circles close enough to make her hips twitch.
“I love how you watch,” Tommy whispers. “Such a good girl, huh? Gettin’ wet just seeing her used?”
Ayla nods, eyes huge, pupils blown. She leans back into him, her ass grinding slow against the bulge in his pants. Tommy groans low, one hand coming up to cup her throat. Not choking, just holding her steady, guiding her gaze so she can’t look away.
The wet sounds grow louder. Jason fucks her throat deeper, Jude’s hips snapping faster. Katherine’s moans go from soft to guttural, a raw sound vibrating around Jason’s cock. The mirrors catch every angle, spit dribbling down her chin, Jude’s cock vanishing between her swollen lips below.
Ayla’s breath is ragged. Her hand drifts down, but Tommy catches her wrist, growling in her ear.
“Uh-uh, baby. Not yet. You don’t touch. You wait until I say.”
Jess’s low, wicked laugh cuts through the room. She slides two fingers into her own lace-draped folds, the other hand twisting her nipple as her eyes drink in Ayla. “Look at that pretty little slut face… all wide-eyed and dripping. You feel that, huh? Feel how ready you are?”
Ayla whimpers, words stuck in her throat. Her hips grind back against Tommy, letting him press the thick outline of his cock through his pants against her wetness. His hand on her throat flexes just enough to make her gasp, her pulse spiking.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. “Show me… show me how much you need it.”
Katherine’s head lifts off Jason’s cock for a ragged gasp, lips glistening with spit, eyes heavy-lidded and glazed with need. “Fuck, Jude, harder, just like that.” Her grin is wicked, caught between pleasure and command. “You see this, baby? This is what’s waiting for you, all of it, every slick inch.”
Ayla shudders, thighs parting wider over Tommy’s lap, panties soaked and clinging. She rocks instinctively, hips brushing against him, breath catching in a tight, needy whimper. Tommy’s hand slides up her side, cupping her breast, thumb circling the taut peak through sheer lace, pulling a soft gasp from her lips.
“Show me,” he growls, low and demanding. “Strip it all off. I want every inch for my eyes and for your goddess to watch.”
Ayla peels the lace bra away, cheeks flushed, mouth parted. Her eyes flick to the mirrors. Her own reflection: a good girl undone, pretty tits on display, Tommy’s big hands pinning her open, her pussy dripping behind that tiny scrap of lace.
Jason’s cock pulses in front of her, thick and throbbing. She wraps her lips around it, taking him in deep, gagging as he slips in and out. He pulls back just far enough to slap the tip hard across her tongue, letting the slick spit coat it, then shoves it back, making her choke and moan around him. Every push forces her jaw open, every drag of her tongue teasing him raw.
Katherine’s moans grow louder, the wet slap of Jude’s hips brutal now. She tries to stroke Jason while sucking, her hands sliding over his shaft, but the relentless pounding makes it impossible to focus. She’s caught in the rhythm, eyes heavy-lidded, mouth full, and in the mirrors she’s a goddess taking two huge cocks, raw and unstoppable, the room drinking her down.
Jess’s laugh bubbles up, sweet and filthy. “Mmm, listen to that sloppy mess. You hear that, Ayla? That’s what good girls sound like when they’re cock-drunk.”
Ayla shudders, hips jerking forward, heat sliding over Tommy’s lap. Tommy growls low, voice thick with need, “Enough waiting. Show me just how hungry you are, pretty girl. Taste it. Own it.”
Ayla fumbles at his zipper, eyes locked on the mirror as she frees his cock. Thick, veined, already hard for her. She wraps those shy fingers around it, gives it a timid stroke, then braver, bolder, her own little whimpers mixing with Katherine’s raw cries.
She shifts, panties dragging aside, Tommy’s cockhead brushing her dripping slit. The heat makes her knees buckle. Her trance has started, shy, sweet eyes going wide and soft as she lifts herself up, guided by Tommy’s hands on her hips.
In the mirror, she sees it all: Katherine’s thick pussy stuffed full, throat fucked raw, Jess’s fingers buried deep, and her, the sweet one, about to split herself open for the first ride of the night.
“Good girl,” Tommy grunts. “Show them how you ride. Show them how pretty you look split on my cock.”
Ayla moans, head tipping back, voice soft but filthy, that trance blooming. “Mmm, yes, I wanna feel it, wanna be your good girl.”
She lowers herself inch by inch, slick dragging against Tommy’s cock, the room filling with the wet, needy sound of her pussy swallowing him whole. Hands braced on his chest, hips tilting, she rocks slowly at first, letting every stretch pull a shuddery moan from her throat. In the mirrors, every detail is on display: her pretty lips parted, her ass lifting, Tommy’s thick cock vanishing into her tight, dripping pussy.
Across the room, Katherine is a storm of motion, thick thighs spread, spit dripping down her chin, cock shoved raw and deep down her throat as Jude hammers her from behind. Jason slams into her front, thick shaft throbbing as her moans shred the air, ragged, guttural, and wet. Each slap and squelch echoes, vibrating through the mirrored walls and into Ayla’s senses.
The sight of Katherine drenched, fucked like a goddess, every moan, every slick slide magnified in the mirrors, makes Ayla tremble, shivers cascading down her spine. Her hips lift, roll, and grind of their own accord, pussy dripping, trance blooming deeper with every thrust she feels, every sound and motion her eyes devour. Every wet slap, every guttural cry pushes her higher, her body responding to the chaos around her.
Tommy’s hands flex on her hips, steady but patient. “Feel it all, baby. Take it all in. Show them how wet and ready you are.”
Ayla rocks harder, pussy slick and hot, each bounce making Tommy’s cock throb deeper inside her. The mirrored walls catch every angle, doubling the view of her spreading, bouncing, dripping heat. Katherine’s guttural moans and sloppy gags echo across the room, a raw soundtrack that makes Ayla’s own hips snap faster, trance flooding every inch of her body.
Jess’s eyes widen, her fingers flexing as she slides forward, drawn by the rhythm of Ayla’s ride. The subtle scent of sweat and sex fills the air, thick and electric, pulling Ayla further into her spiraling need.
Ayla’s back arches, every slap of her ass against Tommy’s pelvis sharper, wetter, more hypnotic. Her moans break loose, ragged and needy, mixing with the room’s chaos, the slick, the spit, the sight of her goddess taken hard.
The heat in her veins spikes. Her trance blooms fully. She’s lost, dripping, riding, and utterly consumed by the mess of desire surrounding her.
Jess creeps closer, hungry gaze locked on Ayla’s bouncing ass, the raw scent of her arousal nearly suffocating.
“Holy fuck,” Jess whispers, voice trembling with lust, eyes glued to Ayla’s every movement. “Look at her…”
Ayla shudders, lips parting, eyes half-lidded, body trembling as Katherine’s voice cracks around Jason’s cock, a filthy, echoing praise that makes her pulse spike. “Ohhh fuck, look at her, our goddess ride that dick, yes, yes, yes, fuck YES.”
Tommy’s grip tightens at Ayla’s hips, not stopping her, just grounding her, voice low and wrecked. “Yeah, they’re watching, baby. They’re watching you, our pretty goddess rider. Show ‘em how you break this cock.”
Jess licks her lips, eyes flicking from Ayla’s bouncing ass to the mirror and back. “Fuck, that ass is moving, holy shit, Ayla, you’re insane. Harder, ride him harder, baby.”
Jude’s thrusts into Katherine stutter for a heartbeat, even he’s glancing at the show, that massive cock still splitting her open as he groans. “God damn, that’s filthy.”
Ayla’s trance cracks wide open. Her back arches, hair swings wild, each slam of her hips louder, faster, the slap echoing like a drumbeat through the mirrored room. She whimpers rough, words tumbling free. “Yes, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna break this cock, piston it, oh god, yes.”
Tommy growls, palm smacking her ass hard, the clap of skin a sharp crack making her squeal. “That’s it, pretty fucking dick rider, bounce, bounce harder, fuck yes.”
Ayla’s moans break into gasps, trance haze deeper than ever. Jess moans under her breath, one hand slipping between her own thighs. “Yes baby, break him, bounce, bounce, fuck that cock.”
Katherine pulls off Jason’s cock, letting the tip rest at her lips. She swallows thickly, eyes wild, then rasps out, “That’s our girl, fuck yes, make that pussy clap, show these boys how we do it,” before sliding back down on him, moans muffled as she resumes her pace.
Ayla’s ass crashes down, bouncing so fast the wet claps blur into a fever beat. Her voice tears into a scream. “Oh fuck, Tommy, your slut, I’m your slut, break me, break my pussy!”
Her thighs lock, whole body shaking, then she gushes. A violent squirt sprays down his cock, splashing his abs, running in messy rivulets to the cushion. The mirrors catch every drop, Ayla’s body jerking in trance-drunk release.
Jess’s jaw drops, hand flying between her legs. “Holy fuck, she’s spraying, look at that fountain, oh god yes.” She rubs furiously, eyes wide, hungry.
Tommy’s fingers curl in Ayla’s hair, tugging just enough to tilt her head back, his voice low and coaxing at her ear. “Mmm, that’s my pretty little fountain. Go on, baby… slide down and taste yourself. Show them how sweet you are.”
Her trance shatters open. She slides to all fours, tongue laving up his shaft, sloppy and desperate, moaning into the mess. Each lick smears her own squirt across her lips and chin. Jess whimpers, practically shaking as she watches. Katherine, gagged on cock, still manages to moan approval at the sight, eyes locked on Ayla debasing herself in the mirror.
After Ayla cleans Tommy’s cock, she lifts her trance-fogged eyes and sees Katherine still pinned between Jude and Jason, spit and cum shining, moans raw. Jude’s thick cock looks impossibly huge sliding in and out, and the sight pulls Ayla like a magnet. She crawls up onto the big platform bed, laying herself out beneath Katherine in a perfect mirror pose. Her lips meet Katherine’s clit, tongue pressing flat so she can taste every drip while Jude pounds down into her.
The angle is brutal and perfect: Ayla’s mouth right where Jude’s cock parts Katherine wide, tongue lapping the slick as it gushes around his shaft. Katherine’s body jolts, a strangled cry tearing from her throat. She rips her lips off Jason’s cock for a second, spit trailing, and dives down to Ayla’s pussy, lapping greedily.
The mirrored room catches it all: a knot of bodies, Ayla’s face smeared in pussy slick, Katherine’s tongue buried in her folds while still being spit-roasted.
Tommy edges closer, stroking himself, cock flushed and dripping. Katherine pulls off Jason with a wet gasp, leans forward to lick at Tommy’s tip, sloppy and eager, before grinning up at him. “Mmm… go on, baby. Get some of my pussy while she licks me clean.”
Jude finally pulls free, strings of cream stretching between his cock and Katherine’s swollen folds. Tommy steps in behind her, thick shaft in hand, lining up with her dripping slit. Katherine moans, dragging Jude’s messy cock to her lips, wrapping them hungrily around the fat head. Her voice is muffled as she groans, “Fuck, let me taste my pussy off your cock…”
Tommy sinks deep into Katherine, her dripping pussy swallowing him greedily. She gasps, hips bucking as his thick cock hammers in, each thrust slapping slick against her folds, coating his shaft in her cum and juices. Her knees tremble, pussy clenching and milking him with every hot, sloppy slide.
Katherine drags Jude’s massive, messy cock into her mouth, lips gliding over the fat, slick head, then rips back to Jason’s cock, sucking him hard while grinding down onto Tommy. Her voice is ragged, filthy, raw with need. “Fuck, yes… take me… all of you… your cocks feel so good… I’m gonna cum on you… coat your cock in my pussy, make me messy…”
Her orgasm explodes, shuddering through her pussy as she sprays thick, hot cum over Tommy’s cock. Ayla’s tongue dives in, lapping every drop, smearing Katherine’s slick back onto her pussy and his shaft, pushing the messy, filthy heat over the edge. Every slick strand, every squirt, every gasp is mirrored in the big glass walls, amplifying the erotic chaos.
Tommy pulls out, glistening and slicked with her
pussy and cum, and Jude drives in next, thick cock plunging deep into Katherine's dripping slit. She lifts her lips to Jason again, sucking him hard, moaning and gasping, cunt clenching around Jude as he fucks her slow and deliberate, spreading her juices over his shaft. Her cries are guttural, messy, dripping with cum and lust, pussy quivering with each punishing thrust, the room pulsing with raw, filthy heat.
Jude's monster cock drives deep, dragging a raw moan from Katherine's throat as her greedy pussy quivers, stretched wide and gushing. The wet slap-slap-slap is relentless, slick drips down Jude's shaft, glistening with Katherine's creamy mess, balls slapping heavy against her spread folds.
Tommy is right there, stroking himself at the edge of the bed, his cock glistening too, not with spit this time but with Katherine's own slick that drips off his shaft in shiny strings. Jason's thick cock throbs next to him, the head flushed and shiny from being pushed against her lips. They're watching, hungry, eyes locked on the way Ayla's pinned under Katherine, nose buried in that wet, twitching clit while Jude's monster cock hammers in overhead.
Ayla’s trance is deeper than ever, face already shining with pussy slick, eyes half-closed as she sucks every fresh gush that drips out around Jude’s shaft. The mirrors bounce the sight back: greedy goddess on all fours, Ayla flat on her back, her mouth right where the cock parts Katherine wide.
Jude pulls out, his slick cock dangling heavy and glistening, offering it to Ayla. She eagerly licks the taste, moaning softly as Jason slides a hand down, rubbing her clit with firm circles while sucking Jude’s tip. Ayla’s hips jerk, a low gasp slipping past her lips, fingers digging into the sheets as each stroke sends a fresh pulse of heat through her. Her moans mingle with the taste of Jude on her tongue, body trembling with the delicious chaos. After a moment, Jude shifts back, thrusting deep into Katherine again, her body rocking with the force.
Jess is kneeling beside the bed, fingers buried in her slick folds, voice filthy and sharp. "Look at our sweet slut, god, Ayla, you taste that? You taste her leaking down that fat cock?"
Ayla gasps, nose bumping Jude’s heavy balls, eyes fluttering. "Mmm, so good, all over me, so fucking messy."
Katherine’s breath hits that guttural edge, ripping her mouth off Jason’s cock, spit trailing down her chin. She snarls over her shoulder, words broken. "Yes, yes, pound me, Tommy, Jason, get in line, share it, fuck this hole sloppy."
Now it’s a cock carousel in motion. Jude pulls out with a wet slap, strings of creamy slick stretching as Tommy drives in behind her, thick cock plunging deep into Katherine’s dripping pussy. Her body jolts, ass rippling under each hard, punishing thrust. Ayla moans, tongue dragging greedily along the raw folds, tasting every slick slide as they stretch under Tommy’s hips.
“Fucking god, look at that, she’s drenched in it,” Jess hisses, grinding her clit with three fingers, low whimper tumbling from her lips. “Ayla, you little slut, keep licking it, lap that slit clean, fuck yes.”
Tommy groans, cock slams deep, balls shining with the same slick as they smack against Katherine’s folds, brushing Ayla’s chin every thrust. Katherine’s voice is savage. “Yes, yes, keep it up, ruin me, fuck it open, Tommy, show our girl what she’s gonna take next.”
Jason replaces him next, the fat head of his cock parts that messy hole again, sloppy squelches echoing in the mirrored room. Ayla’s moans hitch when Jason’s heavy balls bump her lips. She drags her tongue over them, lapping the slick right off.
Katherine’s moan shreds into a broken scream. “OH FUCK, look at it, Ayla, look at your goddess drowning in cock, yes, yes, yes, fuck YES.”
Jude comes in for the final pounding, that monster shaft splits her so wide that a fresh gush coats his base. Ayla’s mouth is right there, tongue flicking, nose pressed to the swollen clit as Jude pounds harder and harder.
The rhythm gets brutal, smack-smack-smack, then a guttural, messy thud-thud-thud as Katherine’s thighs quake. Jess screams when she squirts over her own hand, the wetness splattering her thigh.
Katherine’s orgasm hits like a lightning bolt, she shudders forward, spine arching as Jude’s cock drags her open. Her whole body trembles, voice shredded. “Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, oh fuck, YES.”
Jude keeps pounding, his thrusts relentless, grunts deepening as he nears release, the sound raw and urgent in the mirrored room.
Ayla’s trance breaks for one beat, she lifts her sticky face, lips parted, eyes glazed with want. Noticing Jude’s grunts and the tension in his body, she realizes he’s about to cum and gasps, "Don’t you fucking waste that, paint me, cover me with it." She springs up, kneels at the edge of the bed, and Tommy, already ready to explode, approaches her. Jude pulls out, stroking his monster shaft as Tommy grunts, ropes of cum splattering Ayla’s face first, streaking her nose, cheeks, and lips. Jude strokes his monster shaft, head swollen and slick, until heavy spurts coat her hairline, dripping down her throat. Jason’s cock throbs next to her cheek, thick ropes splashing over her jaw and collarbone.
Katherine collapses onto her back behind her, thick thighs still spread, pussy twitching and raw.
Ayla giggles, a tiny filthy sound, smearing it all around with her fingertips. She twists toward Katherine’s spent pussy, still gaping and glistening, and drags her cum-drenched face right into the folds.
The sloppy kiss of her lips on that raw slit echoes in the mirrored room, slurp, smack, slurp. Katherine props herself up on her elbows, looking down her sweaty body at Ayla’s messy face buried in her cunt.
“God, look at you,” Katherine breathes, voice cracked and honeyed filth. “Smear it in, baby, let this greedy pussy wear every drop.”
Ayla laughs, voice a dreamy moan. “Mmm, taste it all, your greedy cunt loves this mess, my mess, Tommy’s mess, everyone’s.”
She pushes her nose deep, tongue swirling through every drip until the slick squelch is the only sound under Katherine’s ragged moans. Jess’s voice cuts through, raw, a wicked purr. “Fuck, our perfect slut, drown in it, this is just the beginning.”
And the mirrors catch it: Ayla’s cum-dripping face buried in her goddess’s ruined pussy, three cocks glistening, twitching in the aftermath, and Katherine, back arched, mouth parted, riding the edge of another filthy wave.
The room is still humming, slick echoes fading into a low, sticky silence. Katherine’s sprawled on her back, hair fanned out on the mirror-polished bed, thighs trembling from aftershocks. Ayla stays kneeling between them, her face a glistening canvas of cum and pussy-slick, lips curved in that dazed, dreamy grin that says she’d do it all again right now if they told her to.
Jess, breathless and flushed, crawls up beside them, palms sticky from where she’d been knuckle-deep watching it all. She tugs Ayla close, presses a soft, filthy kiss to her cheek, smearing the mess even more.
“Look at you, baby,” Jess whispers against her ear, voice equal parts tease and praise. “Perfect little cum slut. Goddess’s favorite toy. I’m so fucking proud.”
Tommy sits back on his heels at the edge of the bed, his cock still half-hard, wet and gleaming in the mirror’s reflection. He watches Ayla’s shy eyes flutter to his, that sweet innocence flickering through the filth. He reaches out, strokes her cheek with his knuckles, smearing a stray line of cum across her jaw.
“You good?” His voice is low, warm, all that steady calm that makes him feel like the anchor to their madness.
Ayla nods, giggling as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “Mmm… better than good. Can we do it again?”
Katherine lets out a breathless, wrecked laugh from where she’s draped back. Her hand slides lazily through Ayla’s messy hair, tugging her down for one final greedy kiss, tongues tangling, cum smearing warm between their lips.
Jess flops beside them, eyes glassy, voice a husky purr. “Just wait, baby girl. Summer’s coming. We’re just getting started.”
And in the mirrored walls, they catch a final glimpse of themselves, the goddess, the pack, the sweet messy slut kneeling between them, all reflections blurred together, raw, spent, and hungry for whatever comes next.
Chapter 29
Cuck by the pool
They’d been lazing around Katherine’s pool all afternoon, Ayla stretched out on a lounger in her tiny bikini, Jess dangling her feet in the water, Tommy sprawled back with a beer in hand, sunglasses low on his nose. Katherine sat on the edge, dipping her legs in, big sunhat shading her smirk as she watched her favorite troublemakers come alive again now that school was done.
Tommy cracked a grin, eyes locked on Jess’s lips. "You know, you haven’t sucked my cock in a while."
Jess glanced up, cocky little smirk curling her mouth. "Oh? Big man feeling neglected?"
Ayla burst out laughing, that sweet, filthy giggle that made Katherine’s toes curl in the water. Katherine leaned back on her hands, eyes twinkling. "Well, Jess? You gonna fix that or make him beg?"
Jess dragged her fingers through the pool, then pushed herself up, dripping wet and looking like sin. She sauntered over, knelt between Tommy’s spread thighs, and palmed the bulge in his shorts. "Hmm, since you’re complaining." She looked up through her lashes. "Pull it out."
Tommy did, and Jess wasted no time. Her lips wrapped around him slow, tongue swirling, spit dripping down her knuckles. She moaned around his length, those filthy slurping sounds echoing under the hot sun. Ayla watched, breath catching as she squeezed her thighs together, giggling when Tommy tipped his head back with a soft, "Good girl."
When Jess pulled off, wiping her mouth, Ayla’s grin turned wicked. "Hmmm, you know what I liked?" She leaned forward on her elbows, voice low and playful. "That Mirror Room. God, I wish I’d had someone to cuck while I was riding you."
Katherine’s eyes glinted behind her sunglasses. "Oh, baby, that would be so hot."
Jess popped her lips, leaning over Tommy’s thigh. “Practice on me. Pretend I’m the one you want to cuck.”
Ayla’s eyes went wide, then narrowed with that new, dirty confidence. “Okay. Fuck it, let’s go.”
Tommy was already hard, leaking and ready. Ayla straddled him right there in the lounger, her tiny bikini sliding to the side as she sank down on him slow, both of them gasping at the stretch.
Jess knelt on the deck beside them, brushing her wet hair back, her voice a perfect whimper. “Please baby, don’t, don’t do this, don’t fuck him.”
Ayla’s giggle turned filthy, a slutty laugh that made Katherine’s pussy throb. “Oh, fuck off, Marcus,” she sneered down at Jess. “I need a real cock tonight.”
Ayla rolled her hips, bouncing harder, tits jiggling in her tiny top. “Mm, that feels so fucking good. Watch me, Marcus. Watch what you’ll never get.”
Katherine burst out laughing, one hand sliding down to cup her own breast through the bikini. “Look at your sister-wife,” she purred at Jess. “Look at your pretty sister-wife taking that cock so good.”
Tommy’s hands locked on Ayla’s hips and slammed her down harder. She threw her head back, voice breaking into raw, wet moans. Jess whimpered at their side, playing the part like a pro, one hand slipping into her bikini bottoms even as she kept her eyes glued to them.
“Oh fuck, Tommy, yes, yes, fuck me while you watch,” Ayla gasped, bouncing hard, voice feral. “Oh, god, this cock feels so good, every inch.”
Jess groaned, squirming, persona fully locked in. “Oh no, baby, I, I can’t believe I’m watching this, I don’t want you to fuck him like this.” Her voice trembled with arousal, flushed, desperate, each slap of pussy against cock making her ache.
Ayla leaned forward, teeth grazing her lower lip, eyes dark with lust. “Oh, it’s so good, Marcus, if you’d fucked me good, I wouldn’t be fucking him right now.”
She twisted just enough to glance at Jess, teasingly low. “Watch me take it, hear me moan, smell me dripping, and do nothing. Pathetic, isn’t it?”
Jess whimpered, hand pressed to her chest, nails digging in. “Oh fuck, he’s splitting you, baby, oh no, I’m just watching, I can’t, I can’t touch.” Her voice was thick with lust and humiliation, every movement of Ayla driving her closer to losing control.
Ayla laughed low, grinding down, whispering hot and sharp, letting her lips brush Jess’s ear. “See? Every slick groove, every moan, every inch, all mine. You can watch, beg if you want, but all you get is this view.”
Jess gasped, biting her lip, shaking, chest heaving, completely trapped between shame and need. “Oh god, so good, don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m watching, I’m watching.”
Ayla arched over Tommy, hips snapping hard, voice wet and raw. “That’s right, look at me, hear him in my moans, feel every thrust, and Marcus, just know, even if you could, you’d never give me pleasure like this."
Katherine leaned closer, eyes glued to the sloppy bounce of Ayla’s ass on Tommy’s lap. "God, that’s so hot," she breathed. "Fuck him, baby. Break that cock."
Ayla bounced harder, louder now, the wet smack of her pussy echoing over the pool water. Jess moaned, fingers pumping deep, her other hand grabbing Tommy’s thigh. "You gonna cum for him, god you're going to cum for him?" she hisses.
Ayla’s giggle cracked into a raw, breathless moan. "Fuck yes, fuck, I’m gonna, mmm, yes, Tommy, fill my face."
Tommy growled, hips jerking. Ayla popped off his cock at the last second, dropping to her knees in front of him. "Give it to me, every drop, I need it on me!" she panted, eyes blazing, tongue darting out. His cum painted her cheeks, her lips, thick and sticky in the summer sun. Ayla giggled, greedily smearing it with her fingers as Jess gasped, "Holy fuck, that's filthy."
Ayla’s still kneeling between Tommy’s spread thighs, cum dripping off her cheeks and lips, she drags her fingers through the mess with a soft giggle, smearing it across her chest. Katherine tips her sunglasses down, that devilish smirk curling slow.
"Mmm, gonna wipe that pretty face on my pussy again like you did last time?" Katherine purrs.
Ayla’s giggle turns into a sweet, filthy hum. "If you beg nice enough."
Jess bursts out laughing, flicking pool water at Ayla’s sticky tits. "God, girl, you got fucked that night. I still can’t believe you just laid there and let them swap you around like that."
Katherine blushes, but it’s that wicked flush that makes her look ten years younger. She presses her thighs together, voice low and gleeful. "I loved it. That constant switching, different cocks, stretched wide, Ayla licking me the whole time, fuck, it was so hot."
Ayla bites her lip, wiping a fresh streak of cum down her chest. "We should do that more this summer."
Jess nods, hair dripping down her back, eyes glinting. "Fuck yes, you’re so pretty when you take it like that, Katherine. Naughty goddess."
Katherine’s laugh melts into a pleased little sigh, a queen with her loyal sluts. "We will," she promises, voice warm and wicked. She tips her sunglasses up, flicks pool water off her fingers, and grins at all of them. "But first, tomorrow. There’s a big party down at the marina. We’re going. We need to celebrate you dirty little monsters finishing your exams. No excuses."
Ayla giggles, licking her lips clean. "Fuck yes. I’ll drink to that."
Tommy just leans back, his cock still twitching, watching his girls giggle like witches over their next wicked plan. He knows they’re gonna be trouble.