Foursome - Episode 1

Four strangers meet under the neon glow of Las Vegas. The suite door clicks shut behind them. Two women step out of their dresses—dark silk puddles on the carpet—while the men unbuckle belts with steady hands. One woman drops to her knees, takes the nearest cock in her mouth, lips stretching wide. Her throat works around the thickness, spit glistening down her chin. Across the room her friend bends over the marble bar, ass offered. A hand lands hard, fingers dig in, and then she’s stretched open by a slow, deliberate thrust. The man fucking her mouth grips her hair, sets the rhythm, driving deeper each time. Wet sounds fill the suite, interrupted only by sharp breaths and the slap of skin. The other woman climbs onto the couch, knees spread, riding another man’s lap, her tits bouncing with every bounce. Her partner grips her hips, guiding her down onto his cock until she’s flush against him, clit grinding on each stroke. Sweat beads between her shoulder blades. The air grows heavy with perfume, salt, and the heavy scent of sex. No one speaks—only the rhythm of bodies keeps time, as precise and relentless as the city lights outside.