Swing - Episode 1

She enters the crimson chamber where shadows play across velvet walls. Two men and a woman already wait inside. She sheds her dress and the fabric pools at her feet. One man grips her hips from behind, his cock sliding between her thighs until he finds her wet heat and pushes in hard. She reaches for the woman, kissing her deep while fingers trace the other woman’s nipples, rolling and tugging until they stiffen. The second man kneels, tongue working her clit in tight circles as the cock behind her thrusts in steady rhythm. Sweat beads on her skin. She moans, low and raw, when the woman drops to suck one nipple, teeth grazing. The man at her back withdraws, slick and swollen, and swaps places with his kneeling friend. The newcomer spreads her cheeks and drives inside, deeper now, filling her ass while the woman’s mouth stays busy between her legs. The sounds grow wetter, faster, bodies slapping. She comes first, sharp and sudden, clenching around the cock inside her, then again when a hand reaches around to rub her swollen clit. They don’t stop. She takes another turn on her back, legs spread wide, a girl riding her face while one man fucks her pussy slow and deliberate, each stroke dragging along every sensitive inch. Cum drips down her thighs. Fingers trace patterns in it. The air smells of sex and sweat and heat. When the last man spills across her stomach, she smiles, licking her lips, already hungry for more.