Foursome - Episode 9

Four strangers inside a mansion. Twenty-four hours. The game begins when cuffs appear on the coffee table like a dare. One of them—tall, dark hair, a mouth that doesn't ask twice—fastens the other's wrists behind her back. She breathes in, sharp. He drags his knuckles down her spine, slow enough to make her thighs tighten. In the marble bath the water steams. They lower her in first, wrists still bound, nipples tightening as the heat touches them. The second girl climbs in after, parts her knees, and settles between her legs so their slick skin slides. Fingers find her under the surface, circling with lazy patience until her breath breaks and her hips rise. The two men watch from the ledge, cocks already hard. One steps in behind the kneeling girl, grips her hips, and pushes inside in one steady thrust. The water sloshes over the rim. The bound girl leans forward, open mouth finding the other girl's clit while she is fucked from behind. The last man stands at the edge, stroking himself, then feeds his cock into the bound girl's mouth. She takes it without hesitation, tongue working, throat opening. The air turns thick with steam and the wet sounds of skin meeting skin, the low, hungry noises none of them bother to hide.