She wasnât lying. Every time Kaylaâs ass ground against me, the head of my cock would snag against her skin, sending a jolt of electricity through my spine. I was trapped in a whirlwind of lace, silk, and soft skin. Jasmine moved to my left, her corset pushing her tits so high they were practically a shelf. She took my hand and pressed it against her heartbeat, her eyes locked on mine with an intensity that promised fire.
"Mendy, donât just sit there," Tessa called out, looking over at the bed. "Come show our guest of honor some love. Donât be shy now."
Encouraged by the girls, Mendy crawled toward the edge of the bed. She looked hesitant at first, but as she saw the way I was being worshipped, a spark of hunger returned to her eyes. She reached out, her fingers brushing against my knee before she leaned in to join the fray, her lips finding the skin of my neck while Kayla continued her relentless, grinding assault on my lap.
The room was a blur of motion. Kim stepped in, her hand resting on her pregnant belly as she used her other hand to stroke my arm, her presence a calm, grounding contrast to the frantic energy of the others. She leaned down and kissed my forehead, her lips soft and lingering.
"Youâre doing so well, Master," she whispered.
I was reaching a breaking point. The combined friction of Kaylaâs ass, the weight of Nalaâs breasts against my face, and the various hands roaming over my body was becoming a total system overload. My vision was swimming, my breath coming in short, jagged hitches as I tried to stay in the chair. Every nerve ending was screaming, tuned into the different textures of silk, skin, and lace.
Kayla increased the pace, her bounces becoming faster and harder. I felt the wet heat of her through the thin fabric of her thong, the friction building to a boiling point. I gripped the armrests so hard I thought the wood might splinter.
"Youâre so close, arenât you?" Kayla teased, her voice vibrating through my lap.
Just as I thought I couldnât take another second of the teasing, Jasmine stepped into the center of the circle, raising a hand to signal a halt. The girls slowed down, though they didnât pull away, staying draped over me like a beautiful, living blanket.
Jasmine looked around the room, her gaze lingering on each girl before settling on me. She reached down and traced the line of my throbbing cock with one manicured fingernail, a slow, torturous stroke that made me jump.
"Well," Jasmine said, her voice a sultry, commanding edge that cut through the haze. "I guess weâve wasted enough time with the appetizers. I think itâs time we got to the main dish, donât you, girls?"
The room went silent for a beat, the air heavy with the weight of the promise.
"Main dish," Tessa repeated, her eyes dark with hunger. "I like the sound of that."
Jasmine looked back at me, a wicked, triumphant grin on her face. "Master, the staff is ready for their final instructions. Who do you want to break first?"
I didnât let the tension hang in the air for more than a second. I reached out and snagged Minne by her small waist, pulling her effortlessly from the circle and hoisting her onto my lap. She let out a soft, surprised gasp as I settled her down, her back to me so her soft, pale ass was pressed right against my reaching heat.
I leaned up, my hand sliding around her neck to pull her into a deep, soul-searing kiss. I could taste her sweetness, the innocence that always seemed to cling to her even in the middle of this madness. While our tongues tangled, my other hand dropped down, grabbing a full handful of her right buttock and squeezing hard. The silk of her maid outfit bunched under my palm, and she whimpered into the kiss, her body arching back into me.
"Time for the guest of honor to get what she deserves," I rasped against her lips.
I gripped her hips firmly, lifting her slightly to align her with the head of my cock. With a slow, steady guide, I lowered her down. She was already so wet that I slid inside her with a heavy, wet squelch that made me let out a long, guttural moan. The heat of her was incredibleâtight, pulsing, and already beginning to ripple around me.
"Fuck, Minne... youâre so warm," I breathed, beginning to fuck her with a steady, upward thrusting motion.
But I wasnât done with the others. I looked over Minneâs shoulder at Kayla, who was standing just a foot away, watching us with a hungry, expectant look.
"Kayla," I barked, my voice thick with lust. "Donât stop that dance. Itâs fucking hypnotizing. I want to see that ass moving while Iâm deep inside Minne."
Kayla chuckled, a deep, sultry sound that vibrated in the room. "Anything for the Master."
She turned her back to me, presenting that massive, perfect ass once again. She leaned forward, planting her hands firmly on her knees and arching her back until her spine was a deep, inviting curve. Then, she started to shake it. It wasnât just a wiggle; it was a... fuck, it was a violent vibration that sent waves through the muscle and skin of her cheeks. Every time she caught the beat, her ass seemed to take on a life of its own, the tiny thong lost in the depths of her movement.
"Look at that," I groaned, my pace inside Minne increasing as I watched Kaylaâs performance. "Thatâs the best view in the city right there."
Tessa wasnât about to let Kayla have all the glory. She moved in behind her, her eyes dark with a predatory heat. She reached out and buried both hands in Kaylaâs asscheeks, squeezing them so hard her knuckles turned white. She leaned down and bit the skin of Kaylaâs left cheek, leaving a faint, red mark.
"So fucking good," Tessa hissed, her voice a ragged edge. "You see this, Evan? Itâs like marble wrapped in silk. I could eat this all night."