Chapter 151: The midnight bloom - 7

Lor thrust forward with a slick, heavy sound, burying his cock into her soaked pussy in one brutal stroke, the wet heat swallowing him whole.

She gasped, then groaned, her back arching, her lush ass bouncing as her thighs slapped against the bench, her pussy stretching around him, squeezing tight like she’d been craving his cock all night.

Behind them, Toren’s wife stirred, propping herself up with a lazy, satisfied moan, her full breasts swaying, her serpent mask glinting as she watched through lidded eyes, her pussy still leaking his cum in slow, creamy drips.

"Oh fuck yes," the redhead hissed, bracing herself with both arms, her nails digging into the cushion, her heavy breasts bouncing in the open-cup bra, nipples barely covered by the criss-crossing straps, hard and rosy in the candlelight.

"Harder. Gods, right there. Fuck me."

Lor grabbed a fistful of her red curls, yanking her head back, her throat exposed as her mouth opened in a sharp moan, her pussy pulsing around him.

His robe flared open behind him, his lean chest glistening with sweat, hips snapping forward with brutal force, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the alcove, louder than the muffled moans beyond the silk curtains.

Her ass bounced with every thrust, the garters shaking, the lace strings doing nothing to hide the filth—her soaked lips spreading, his cock pistoning in and out, strings of slick connecting her thighs, her moans rough with hunger.

"You like getting fucked where anyone can see?" he growled, his voice low, his cock throbbing as he pounded into her, his balls slapping against her dripping pussy.

She laughed breathlessly, her freckled chest heaving. "Fuck yes. I want them to watch me get wrecked."

And they were—masked guests lingering just beyond the curtains, peeking, stroking themselves, fingering lovers, their eyes glinting with lust as they watched her get pounded from behind like a bitch in heat, the Gallery’s voyeuristic pulse feeding the scene.

Then—another sound, soft feet against silk.

Toren’s wife crawled up beside them, still naked, cum drying in glistening trails between her thighs, her face flushed, glowing, messy.

She reached under the redhead, her hands finding her heavy breasts, squeezing, pinching her nipples through the straps of that obscene bra, her fingers teasing the rosy peaks.

Her mouth found the redhead’s throat, kissing, biting, whispering filth, her lips glossy with spit.

"Gods, he’s deep in you," she moaned, her voice thick with arousal.

"Can you feel it? Fuck, your pussy’s sucking him in."

The redhead gasped, her legs trembling, her pussy clenching tighter around Lor’s cock. "Yesss, fuck, don’t stop—"

Then the other woman slid lower, slipping between the redhead’s legs, under their bodies, her serpent mask glinting as she positioned herself.

Her tongue found the redhead’s clit—just as Lor’s cock bottomed out again, the wet heat of her pussy gripping him tight.

The scream she let out shook the fucking room, a raw, primal sound. "FUCK—oh gods, yes, yes—"

Now she was being filled and licked, stretched and sucked, sandwiched between Lor’s relentless thrusts and the woman’s hungry mouth, her pussy gushing around his cock as he fucked her like he was possessed.

The other woman’s tongue stayed glued to her clit, slurping, moaning, messy, eating her like she wanted to taste every drop of her orgasm, her lips glistening with the redhead’s slick.

Lor’s hands slid down her back, gripping her hips tighter, fucking harder, faster, his cock soaked in her juices, his balls slapping against her dripping pussy as the pressure built, tight and burning in his core.

"I’m—fuck—I’m coming—" she gasped, her voice breaking, her freckled chest heaving, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly.

She came like a storm, her whole body locking, trembling, shuddering as her pussy clenched around him so hard it nearly knocked the breath from his lungs, her slick gushing over his cock, soaking the bench.

Toren’s wife groaned against her clit, tongue flicking relentlessly, drinking her orgasm like wine, her lips smeared with slick.

Lor lost it, his hazel eyes squeezing shut behind the mask.

With one final thrust, he buried himself deep, groaning low as his cock pulsed hard, hot cum spilling into her pussy, filling her in thick, creamy waves, leaking out around his shaft in glistening drips down her thighs.

Her body jerked, riding it out, both women moaning in unison, their sounds blending into pure, sinful harmony.

He stayed there, cock throbbing, pressed against her ass, cum leaking out in heavy trails, the redhead collapsing forward, her face pressed to the bench, her red curls wild, her ass slick and swollen, her breath ragged.

Toren’s wife crawled up beside her, licking her glossy lips, her serpent mask glinting with satisfaction.

"Well," she purred, glancing back at Lor, her full breasts heaving, "Get ready. I am next."

Lor blinked once, his hazel eyes widening behind the mask, his cock twitching faintly despite the intensity.

Oh, fuck.

Soft footsteps whispered through the silk curtains, their rustle cutting through the haze of moans and wet flesh in the alcove.

Lor turned, his breath still sharp, his cock slick and twitching from unloading inside Lia’s mother, his legs trembling faintly from the sheer heat of it.

The bench was a mess behind him: her red curls tangled, freckled shoulders heaving, her lush ass glistening with streaks of cum that dripped in lazy arcs onto the marble floor, her pussy and asshole leaking his release.

Toren’s wife lay beside her, lips swollen, eyes dazed, her thighs smeared with spit and pussy slick, one hand idly stroking between her full breasts, nipples hard and rosy in the flickering mana-light.

Then came her.

The first woman—the one who’d sucked him dry when he entered the Atrium, who’d called him "pretty noble" and swallowed his cum like she wanted to bottle it.

She stepped through the curtain, nude except for sheer black stockings that hugged her toned legs, a thick black strap-on rising hard between her plush thighs, the harness cinched tight to her hips.