Foursome - Episode 4

Four bodies. One house. A clock that doesn’t care who finishes first. They eat sushi off each other’s skin. Raw fish cools the heat for a second, then melts away. Someone laughs when a piece of salmon slides down a breast; someone else licks it off before it hits the floor. No one asks names after that. Then the pole appears—chrome, waist-high, gleaming under cheap lights. A woman grips it, swings her hips in a slow circle. Her thighs flex, open, close. A man steps behind her, palms her ass, testing the weight. She bends, offering more. He sinks two fingers inside her without asking; she pushes back like she’s been waiting for it all night. The others watch, hands already busy on their own bodies. Later, two women ride the same pole, facing each other. Their breasts brush. One slips her hand between the other’s legs and works her clit in tight circles until the second woman’s knees buckle. The men take turns catching them, spreading them on the floor, fucking them where they land. Cum streaks across polished wood. Someone comes with a sharp, startled cry, then laughs. Twenty-four hours. They still have twenty-two left.