Prologue: The Girl Who Speaks in Moans
Bianca knew exactly how to speak without words. Her body was a language all its own—moans, gasps, and trembling skin telling stories no one else could hear.
Tonight, she was wet and ready, waiting in a dim room where desire hung thick in the air. The first man's thick cock pressed into her tight pussy, slow and deep, making her gasp and clutch the sheets. His hands grabbed her heavy boobs, squeezing and pulling, sending sparks through her nerves.
Before she caught her breath, the second man was inside her, shorter but just as hungry. His thrusts were quick and teasing, fingers rolling her nipples until she cried out.
Bianca's world was raw, urgent, and without pretense. The rest—the reasons, the past—could wait. For now, she spoke only in moans.
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Chapter 1
The door clicked shut behind them, the soft click marking the beginning of another night in Bianca's world — a world where silence spoke volumes and her body was the language. The room was dim, shadows pooling in corners, but the heat between her and the man erased everything else.
He was tall, broad, and strong — his presence filling the space before his hands even touched her. Those hands, rough and demanding, slid down her back, gripping her waist as if pulling her into him would somehow make her more his. Bianca's breath hitched as his fingers traced the curve of her hips, then moved to her breasts, fingers kneading the soft weight with a possessive hunger.
His cock pressed against her soaked pussy, hard and thick, an urgent promise of what was to come. She arched against him, lips parting to catch a sharp breath as he pushed inside slowly, inch by inch, stretching her tight heat with deliberate care. The sensation was raw, filling every nerve ending, setting fire beneath her skin.
Her hands found his shoulders, digging in as he began to move — deep, powerful thrusts that drove into her like a storm. The room echoed with the wet sounds of skin meeting skin, her gasps mixing with his grunts, a primal symphony of need and release.
His hands moved back to her breasts, squeezing hard, twisting her nipples until sharp pleasure radiated through her. Bianca's moans grew louder, rough and unfiltered, spilling out like a language only her body could speak.
Before she could catch her breath, the door creaked again. Another man entered — smaller, but no less eager. His eyes dark with hunger, he wasted no time. His shorter cock slid into her slick pussy with quick, teasing thrusts, his hands gentle yet demanding as they cupped her breasts, fingers rolling her nipples in slow, tantalizing circles.
Bianca's body responded to the sudden rush of sensation, torn between the deep, pounding rhythm of the first and the fast, teasing pulses of the second. Her moans tangled between the two, loud and desperate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through her.
Her hips bucked wildly, riding both cocks with fevered urgency, hands clutching the sheets as her body tensed toward release. The heat built fast — a crescendo of breathless gasps and trembling limbs — until she shattered, a fierce, shaking orgasm ripping through her core.
The men followed moments later, hot and heavy inside her, their shared release marking the end of another night. Bianca sagged against the bedpost, sweat-slick and spent, already knowing this was just one of many nights where she'd speak only in moans.