The door opened, and there he was. Kade.
Looking like sin dipped in nervous sweat.
His eyes scanned the room.
Aster half-naked, sprawled on the velvet couch.
Naya sitting on her stomach, licking honey from her fingers.
Mirabel in a black robe, nothing underneath.
And Janelle… in red lace, legs crossed, a cruel smirk on her lips.
"Close the door," Janelle said, voice like melted sugar.
"You're not leaving until we've emptied every drop from your cock."
Kade swallowed hard and obeyed.
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Mirabel stepped forward first.
She cupped his face, kissed him slow, sweet then shoved him down onto the couch like a ragdoll.
"You've tasted me. Now watch what you missed."
She turned to Janelle, untying her robe. Her breasts bare, her thighs glowing.
Janelle rose like a queen of flames.
She didn't speakshe devoured Mirabel's mouth, bit her lip, dragged her fingers down her chest and.
"Kade," she moaned, staring at him while pinching Mirabel's nipples, "you'll stroke yourself while we fuck in front of you."
He obeyed.
Fists wrapped around his cock, mouth parted, eyes wide.
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But that was just the start.
Naya crawled across the floor like a possessed doll, lips glossed in black, eyes wild.
She straddled him, pressing her wet heat against his thigh.
You want to fuck me?" she whispered, licking his ear.
"Beg."
He begged.
And Mirabel watched.
And Janelle?
She smiled, then ordered Aster to kneel between Kade's legs, to tease him with her mouth but not let him cum.
Not yet.
"You don't get to finish," Janelle purred, licking whipped cream off Mirabel's nipple,
"until all four of us have tasted your despair."
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Nails scratched.
Tongues tangled.
Every inch of his body was used.
Naya rode his face while Janelle whispered in his ear.
Aster massaged his cock with oil and ice.
Mirabel kissed him after making him choke on her fingers.
He was crying by the time he came.
And even then they didn't stop.
"We said emptied, didn't we?"
"You're not done."
"You're our toy now, pretty boy."
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To be continued