Foursome - Episode 4

The four of them sprawl across silk sheets in a penthouse suite high above the strip, the city lights flickering through floor-to-ceiling glass. Hands move everywhere—fingers tracing the inside of a thigh, a palm cupping a breast, a tongue sliding over bare skin. Her back arches when one man pushes two fingers inside her; her gasp cuts short as another cock slides between her lips. Sweat beads at the small of her back. The men groan low, hips rolling, the rhythm turning rougher, deeper, until someone flips her onto her stomach and spreads her open. The wet sound of her cunt being filled mixes with the slap of skin. She clutches the sheets, eyes glassy, a thin moan slipping free each time they switch positions. The fourth partner—still half-dressed—kneels at her mouth, feeding her every inch while the others take turns stretching her from behind. Bodies slide and tangle. A hand grips her hair; another circles her clit until her thighs shake. The room smells like perfume, sweat, and sex. Someone comes with a grunt, pulls out, spills across her ass; another follows, painting her lips. She licks her mouth clean, laughing low, already pulling the next one closer, hungry for more.