The private room in the brothel was a haze of dim amber light, the velvet walls soaking up the glow, making everything feel like a dream. The red satin bed creaked under us, the mirrored ceiling throwing back warped reflections of our tangled bodies.
The electro beat from the speaker pulsed hard, the bass sinking into my bones, mixing with the sharp tang of wine still on my tongue. I lay flat on my back, Raya straddling me, her long boots digging into the mattress.
"Ummch... umm..." Raya’s lips were on mine, smooching me messy and deep, her tongue brushing my own as she ground her ass against my dick.
My bulge strained tight against my jeans, throbbing with every roll of her hips, the friction driving me wild.
She pulled back, giggling, her voice low and teasing. "Ehehe, so fucking hot," she said, grabbing the hem of her red top—the one with the boob window—and yanking it over her head in one quick move. Her bare boobs spilled free, full and soft, as she tossed the top aside.
"Damn..." I muttered, my eyes glued to her large sexy mounts, my hands shooting up to grope her boobs, squeezing gently, feeling their weight.
"Yeah... so good, these are," I said, my voice rough, thumbs brushing her nipples, watching them harden under my touch.
Raya leaned forward, her grin wicked. "You love boobs?" she asked, pushing them closer, pressing them against my face until I could barely breathe, her skin warm and smelling faintly of vanilla.
"I fucking adore them," I said, my words muffled as I sucked one nipple into my mouth, my tongue swirling around it, my other hand massaging her free boob, rolling it in my palm.
She tasted sweet, her body arching into me, and I felt her shiver, the sensation hitting us both.
"Ahhh..." Raya moaned, her head tilting back, her hair spilling down her back as she rocked harder against me, her shorts riding up to show more of her ass. "Ezra... yeah, keep going..."
"Don’t leave me behind, my babies," Kalina said, her voice cutting through from below, sultry and impatient.
She’d slid up on the bed, her face near my dick, and she kissed my bulge through my jeans, her lips firm, then bit it with her teeth, sending a jolt through me.
"Mmm, someone’s ready," she murmured, her fingers already working.
*Click.* The sound of my belt coming undone was loud even over the music. Kalina unzipped my jeans, tugging them down my thighs with a quick yank, then grabbed the hem of my underwear. She slid it off, tossing it into the corner and my dick sprang free, rock-hard and standing tall right in front of her face.
"Damn..." Kalina said, her eyes widening, her voice dropping to a whisper. "So fucking big and hard." She wrapped her hand around it, stroking gently, her fingers cool against the heat, and my dick throbbed in her grip, pulsing with every touch. Then she leaned in, taking my hard cock into her mouth, her lips sliding down, warm and wet, swallowing it whole.
"Ahh..." I moaned, my head pressing back into the bed, one hand still on Raya’s boob, my mouth sucking her nipple harder as Kalina’s tongue worked me over. The double sensation was insane—Raya’s soft boobs on me, Kalina’s mouth below.
"Ahh... Kalina, you bitch," Raya said, moaning but laughing, "All you want is a dick in your mouth." her eyes flashing with tease. "Isn’t your... ahh... boyfriend’s dick enough for you?"
Kalina pulled back just enough to smirk, her lips glistening, her hand still stroking me slow and steady.
"Speak for yourself," she said, her voice sharp but playful, before diving back in, sucking my cock deeper, her tongue swirling in a way that made my hips roll back.
The electro beat from the speaker thumped hard, the bass rattling the wine glasses on the corner table, syncing with the pulse in my veins.
"Ahhm... arghh..." I moaned, my voice rough, the sensation of Kalina’s mouth overwhelming, her tongue swirling around my dick in ways that made my hips twitch.
Raya shifted, "Ahh... I can’t control it anymore," she said, her voice thick, almost desperate. "I need some too." She slid off me for a second, her hands fumbling with the button of her shredded denim shorts. With a quick tug, she slid them down her legs, kicking them away to land in a heap by the velvet rug.
No panties—just her, fully naked now, her body catching the dim light, curves soft and inviting as she stood there, boots still on, like she was claiming the room.
"Fuck, Raya..." I muttered, my eyes glaring at her sexy body. My dick throbbing harder in Kalina’s mouth, the sight of Raya pushing me closer to the edge.
She grinned, climbing back onto the bed, her movements slow and teasing.
"Bring your face here, baby," she said, straddling my chest again, then inching up until she was right over my face. She lowered her hips, slow and deliberate, her pussy on my lips, warm and wet.
"Ahhmm... yeahh..." she moaned, her voice breaking as she settled her wet leaking pussy against my mouth.
I didn’t hesitate—smooched her wet folds, kissing them softly at first, tasting her skin, sharp and sweet.
My hands found her thighs, gripping the smooth skin, pulling her closer as she pressed herself down harder.
"Ohh fuck... this is so good," Raya said, her voice hitching, her hands braced on the headboard, nails digging into the wood. Her hips rocked against my face slightly, chasing the feeling, her moans mixing with the music, loud and raw.
"Damn, you’re greedy," Kalina said, pulling back just enough to glance up, her lips glistening, her hand still stroking me slow and steady. She smirked, her eyes flicking between me and Raya. "Hogging his face like that."
"Shut up," Raya shot back, laughing through a moan, her thighs trembling against my cheeks. "Ahh...You’ve got plenty down there."
I groaned into Raya’s Pussy, the vibration making her gasp, my tongue working her folds as Kalina went back to sucking me, her mouth hot and relentless.