Speaker 1: Welcome to Nikky after Dark tonight. You control me like
Speaker 1: your dirty little puppet. Here's how it's going to go.
Speaker 1: I set a steamy steam, steamy scene. Stop right at
Speaker 1: the edge. I'll go as you have logged in. I'll
Speaker 1: pick somebody. You tell me your desires and if you
Speaker 1: want to change the scene or keep it going as is.
Speaker 1: If you want to change a scene, please be descriptive
Speaker 1: on what scene you want it in and we'll go
Speaker 1: from there. If you don't want your turn, just type
Speaker 1: pass and we'll go to the next person. Or I'll
Speaker 1: just roll the dice and have it throw in a
Speaker 1: new scene. If everyone shy, which I know you're not,
Speaker 1: least one of you is not, I'll take over and
Speaker 1: just keep it going. Like I said, we'll do this
Speaker 1: for about an hour, and this will be our show
Speaker 1: for tonight again. As always, hard limits, no exceptions, beciality, incest,
Speaker 1: underage rape, role play, racial slurs, basically the stuff as
Speaker 1: you all know that goes on the show. Those are
Speaker 1: absolute nos. Everything else consentual, fantasy, go wild. If you
Speaker 1: have any questions, ask me if you're concerned. If it
Speaker 1: reaches breeches a hard now and we can discuss. This
Speaker 1: is our no judgment zone. Unleash your cravings and I'm
Speaker 1: ready and waiting for your commands. Okay, we got to
Speaker 1: do our spin here. You know what time it is.
Speaker 1: It's time to sit back, relax, Let's have some whiskey.
Speaker 1: There's some filthy cherries, of course, and explore some erotic
Speaker 1: audio from people like you and me. The airport felt
Speaker 1: like it belonged to us alone that night. On Gate
Speaker 1: B seventeen was a ghost town, empty seat, stretching out
Speaker 1: under those sleepy amber lights, the kind that make everything
Speaker 1: look softer, more secret. I've been sitting there for what
Speaker 1: felt like ours, legs crossed, pretending to scroll on my phone.
Speaker 1: When I felt it, eyes on me, realize, hungry ones.
Speaker 1: I looked up, and there you were, standing few feet away,
Speaker 1: carry on forgotten beside you, dark jacket, sleeves pushed up
Speaker 1: to your elbows, the quiet confidence that makes my stomach flip.
Speaker 1: Before you even spoke, our gazes locked, and neither of
Speaker 1: us looked away, not for a single second. It wasn't
Speaker 1: a polite eye contact. It was the kind that strips
Speaker 1: you bare without a word. You walked over, slow, like
Speaker 1: you had all the time in the world, and sank
Speaker 1: into the seat right next to me. Our thighs brushed electric.
Speaker 1: I didn't move away, and neither did you. Your hand
Speaker 1: found my knee first, just the back of your knuckles,
Speaker 1: grazing bare skin above my stocking. I felt my breath catch,
Speaker 1: but I kept my eyes on yours. You solid, your
Speaker 1: palm higher, warm and sure, tracing the edge of my
Speaker 1: skirt till your fingertips slipped under the lace that was
Speaker 1: already soaked through. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.
Speaker 1: Right there. I reached for you then and couldn't help it.
Speaker 1: My fingers slid into your hair, soft and thick, tugging
Speaker 1: you just enough to tilt your face closer. You did
Speaker 1: the same to me. We stared so deep I could
Speaker 1: see every fleck in your irises, every unspoken thing we
Speaker 1: both wanted. Your thumb brushed my cheekbone, so and irreverent.
Speaker 1: You're so fucking beautiful, you whispered, voice, rough like a gravel.
Speaker 1: Look at you. I can't stop looking. My heart hammered
Speaker 1: against my ribs. I dragged my fingertips along their jaw,
Speaker 1: feeling the faint stubble, then up your hair again, crawling
Speaker 1: the back of your head. You're beautiful too, I breathed, God,
Speaker 1: the way you're looking at me right now, I've never
Speaker 1: felt the scene. We stayed that light for that, for
Speaker 1: a long heartbeat, being tangled in hair, thumbs stroking cheeks,
Speaker 1: foreheads almost touching, telling each other's truths we'd never say
Speaker 1: out loud to anyone else. The terminal faded, the announcements,
Speaker 1: the distance, footsteps, the risk of someone walking by. Noven
Speaker 1: of it mattered. You then closed the last ench your
Speaker 1: mouth found mine. It wasn't gentle. It was starving lips,
Speaker 1: crashing tongues, sliding, a low groan rumbling in your throat
Speaker 1: that vibrated through me. I kissed you back, just as hard,
Speaker 1: tasting coffee in the heat and the long. My free
Speaker 1: hand fisted on your shirt while you cupped my face
Speaker 1: like it was something precious and filthy all at once.
Speaker 1: I shifted closer, half into your lap, skirt riding up
Speaker 1: as your fingers pressed deeper between my thighs, two curling
Speaker 1: inside me, slow and deliberate thumb circling my click and
Speaker 1: perfect rhythm. I whimpered into your mouth, hips rocking shamelessly
Speaker 1: against your hand. You swall follow at every sound, kissing
Speaker 1: me deeper, dirtier, like you were trying to drink me whole.
Speaker 1: My niece nails scraped your scalp, Your teeth grazed my
Speaker 1: bottom lip. We were panting between kisses. Foreheads pressed together.
Speaker 1: Now I still locked, even as my body started to
Speaker 1: tremble on edge. The gate agent's voice crackled over the
Speaker 1: speakers again, some final call that wasn't mars. I broke
Speaker 1: the kiss just enough to whisper against your lips. Voice racked,
Speaker 1: don't stop, not yet. Your eyes darkened, your fingers thrussed harder,
Speaker 1: and we kept going, mouths brushing hands everywhere, heart's hammering,
Speaker 1: knowing we were seconds from being caught, and not caring
Speaker 1: at all. The announcement faded into white noise, just another
Speaker 1: voice in the background that couldn't touch us. Your mouth
Speaker 1: was still hovering over mine, lips swollen from kisses, breath
Speaker 1: hot and uneven against our my skin. Our foreheads stayed
Speaker 1: pressed together, eyes locked in that deep, unguarded stare that
Speaker 1: felt more intimate than anything your fingers were doing. And
Speaker 1: then your hand move again, deliberate, unhurried. I felt the
Speaker 1: slow slide of your fingers under the hem of my skirt,
Speaker 1: brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh before they
Speaker 1: found the lace edge of my panties. The fabrics thin,
Speaker 1: already clinging damply to me, And when your fingers traced
Speaker 1: the outline of my pussy through it, I couldn't stop
Speaker 1: the soft, broken sound that escaped my throat. God, you're trenched,
Speaker 1: murmured against my lips, voice thick with awe and hunger.
Speaker 1: Your finger tips pressed firmer, rubbing, slow, teasing circles over
Speaker 1: the swollen shape of me, following every fold through the
Speaker 1: silk until the material was soaked in slippery. I felt
Speaker 1: the heat of my own arousal coating your skin, slick
Speaker 1: puddle gathering at your finger tips. My lips lifted instinctively,
Speaker 1: chasing that pressure shamelessly. Then you slip beneath the lace.
Speaker 1: Two fingers parted me, guiding through the drenched folds until
Speaker 1: they pushed inside, slow at first, letting me feel every inch,
Speaker 1: every ridge of your knuckles as you filled me. My
Speaker 1: inner walls fluttered around you, greedy, pulling you deep. You
Speaker 1: curled them just right, soaking that spot that made my
Speaker 1: vision blur, while your thumb stayed on my clip, circling
Speaker 1: the same needy rhythm. It was beautiful, erotic, wrong in
Speaker 1: the best way. I kissed you again, harder this time,
Speaker 1: tongue sliding against yours as I rocked into your hand.
Speaker 1: My own fingers were still tangled in your hair, tugging,
Speaker 1: holding you close. I was afraid you'd vanish if I
Speaker 1: let you go doing kisses. I whispered against your mouth,
Speaker 1: voice trembling, don't stop, Please, don't stop. You've grown low
Speaker 1: in your throat, the sound vibrating through me. Your fingers
Speaker 1: thrust deeper, faster, making wet, obscene sounds we could only
Speaker 1: hear beneath the hum of the terminal. Every time you
Speaker 1: pulled out almost all the way. I clitched around, nothing, desperate,
Speaker 1: until you plunged back in, harder, needier, fucking with your hand,
Speaker 1: right there in the open, under the dim lights of
Speaker 1: Gate B seventeen. My thighs started to shake. My breath
Speaker 1: came in short, ragged gasp. Between our kisses. I could
Speaker 1: feel it building, tight, electric coiling low in my belly.
Speaker 1: Your fingers kept stroking that perfect place inside, while your
Speaker 1: thumb wore grintless circles on my clip, and I was
Speaker 1: dripping down your wrist, now slick and hot and unashamed.
Speaker 1: I broke the kiss just long enough to press my
Speaker 1: lips into your ear, voice wrecked and pleading, I'm close, Fuck,
Speaker 1: I'm close. I'm going to come all over your fingers
Speaker 1: right here, your eyes dark and pupils blown wide. You
Speaker 1: curled your fingers harder, thumb pressing firmer, and whispered back
Speaker 1: against my cheek. Then come for me, Maybe let me
Speaker 1: feel it. Let the whole damn airport know how good
Speaker 1: I make you feel. My nails dug into your scalp,
Speaker 1: My hips bucked once twice and wave crashed. I buried
Speaker 1: my face and your neck and muffled the cry, body
Speaker 1: shuddering violently as I came apart around your fingers, pussy clenching, pulsing,
Speaker 1: soaking you in rhythmic spasms. You kept moving, slow and deep,
Speaker 1: drawing it out until I was trembling, whimpering, boneless against you. When,
Speaker 1: after shocks finely eased, I lifted my head just enough
Speaker 1: to meet your eyes again. Your fingers were still inside me, glistening,
Speaker 1: coating in me. You brought them to your lips, slow, deliberate,
Speaker 1: holding my gaze the whole time as you licked them clean,
Speaker 1: tasting every drop of me with low, satisfied ham. I watched, mesmerized,
Speaker 1: heart still hammering. Then I leaned in and kissed the
Speaker 1: taste of myself off your tongue, so filthy and slow.
Speaker 1: The aftershocks still rippled through me as I licked the
Speaker 1: last trace of myself from your tongue. Are kissed, slow
Speaker 1: and filthy, tasting like sin and shared secrets. Your fingers
Speaker 1: slipped out of me with a soft, wet sound that
Speaker 1: made me shiver. I was a mess, panties twisted, skirt
Speaker 1: hiked up, thighs slick. But the way you looked at me,
Speaker 1: like I was the only thing in the world worth seeing,
Speaker 1: had me aching for more. You glanced down the dim concourse,
Speaker 1: a few stragglers wandered past Oblivia's. Then your eyes flickered
Speaker 1: towards a sign I hadn't noticed before minutes sweets arrow,
Speaker 1: pointing down the quiet hallway, past the gates. Private sweets
Speaker 1: day beds available by the hour. My pulse kicked up again. There,
Speaker 1: I whispered, nodding toward it. We need privacy. Now. You
Speaker 1: didn't hesitate, You stood adjusted yourself for a cock, straining
Speaker 1: hard against your pants in a way that made my
Speaker 1: mouth water. Then offered your hand. I took it, legs
Speaker 1: still shaky, and we walked fast, with casual, like we
Speaker 1: weren't about to devour each other. The sweet was small,
Speaker 1: but perfect, dim lighting a wide day bud that easily
Speaker 1: fit too fresh linens. A lock on the door. The
Speaker 1: moment a click shut bind us. The terminal noise muffled
Speaker 1: to nothing, just us, just breathing. You pushed me back
Speaker 1: against the door, mouth crashing into mine again, deeper, hungrier.
Speaker 1: My hands were already fumbling with your belt, yanking it open,
Speaker 1: shoving your pants down just enough. When I wrapped my
Speaker 1: fingers round you, I gasped into the kiss. God, you
Speaker 1: were thick, long, heavy in my hand, veins pulsing under
Speaker 1: hot skin, bigger than I am manage. My pussy clenched
Speaker 1: at the thought of talking to you, or taking all
Speaker 1: of you. Sorry, the groan against my throat as I
Speaker 1: stroked you, slow and firm. Fuck baby, you feel that
Speaker 1: that's what you do to me. I dropped to my knees,
Speaker 1: right there on the carpeted floor, no preamble. I needed
Speaker 1: to taste you, my lips wrapped around the head, tongue
Speaker 1: swirling over the slit, savoring the salty bead that alreadys leaking.
Speaker 1: You were so big I could barely take half, but
Speaker 1: I tried, sucking hard, hollowing my cheeks, hand pumping what
Speaker 1: my mouth couldn't reach. Your fingers tangled my hair, guiding
Speaker 1: but not forcing, hips, rocking slowly. Shit, Just like that,
Speaker 1: you rested, look at me while you suck my cock.
Speaker 1: I did, eyes up, locked on yours, moaning around you
Speaker 1: as I took you deeper, drools slipping down my chin.
Speaker 1: You throbbed on my tongue. You pulled me up too soon,
Speaker 1: spinning me around to face the day bed, skirt shoved up,
Speaker 1: panties yanked aside. You pressed against me from behind, hot,
Speaker 1: thick length, sliding between my soaked folds, teasing my entrance
Speaker 1: without pushing in yet tell me you want it, you
Speaker 1: growled in my ear. I want it. I panted all
Speaker 1: of you fucked me hard. You thrust in one long,
Speaker 1: deep stroke. I cried out, half pain, half pleasure, bliss
Speaker 1: as you stretched me wide, feeling me completely so big.
Speaker 1: It bordered on too much, but my body opened for you,
Speaker 1: greedy walls, fluttering around every inch. You didn't hold back,
Speaker 1: hands gripping my hips. You flucked me against the edge
Speaker 1: of the bed, fast, relentless, the wet slap of skin
Speaker 1: echoing in a tiny room. I braced my on my forearms,
Speaker 1: ass arched, taking every brutal thrust. Each one hit deep,
Speaker 1: the fat head, dragging over my g spot until stars
Speaker 1: burst behind my eyes. The first orgasm hit like a
Speaker 1: freight train. I shattered around you, pussy spasming, gushing wet
Speaker 1: heat down your cock and thighs. You didn't stop, kept
Speaker 1: pounding through it, drawing it out until I was shaking, whimpering,
Speaker 1: squirting messy pulses that soaked the sheets beneath us. Again,
Speaker 1: you demanded flip me onto my back, legs spread wide.
Speaker 1: You hooked them over the shoulders and dove back in
Speaker 1: deep ankle, nail hitting spots that made me scream your name.
Speaker 1: Your thumb found my clip, rubbing frantic circles while you
Speaker 1: fucked me senseless. I came again, harder, body convulsing, squirting
Speaker 1: so much it splashed against drabs. You groaned, pace, faltering. Fuck.
Speaker 1: You squeezed me so tight? Do it? I begged, nails,
Speaker 1: bracking your back, Come inside me, fill me up. You
Speaker 1: buried yourself to the hilt, hips stuttering as you exploded,
Speaker 1: hot thick spurts, flooding me deep cream by after cream,
Speaker 1: by pulsing until it leaked around, a cock mixing with
Speaker 1: my slick. You kept thrusting, shallowly, milking every time to me,
Speaker 1: while I trembled beneath you. We collapsed together, sweaty, breathless,
Speaker 1: your weight pinning me deliciously. Your cock's still half hard
Speaker 1: inside me, twitching my pussy full and leaking, throbbing with
Speaker 1: after shocks. You kissed me, slowly, lazily. We've got the
Speaker 1: sweet for another hour. I smiled against your mouth, already
Speaker 1: rocking my hips subtly, and use it. I want more,
Speaker 1: all of you again. The lock was still on the
Speaker 1: world outside could wait. The door to our suite hadn't
Speaker 1: been locked long when the hum of the airpoor crept
Speaker 1: back in buttsped footsteps echoing down the hall, a cart
Speaker 1: rumbling past. We didn't care. You were still inside me,
Speaker 1: softening but not pulling out, your body heavy and perfect
Speaker 1: against mine, tracing lazy circles on your back, savoring the
Speaker 1: sticky heat between us, the cream pie leaking slow and
Speaker 1: warm down my thighs. My pussy throbbed with aftershocks and satisfied,
Speaker 1: but already hungry for round two. That's when the door
Speaker 1: clicked open. I froze, heart slamming. He lifted her head,
Speaker 1: eyes sharp but not alarmed. A man slipped in, tall, sharp,
Speaker 1: suited with a Sultan pepper hair and a knowing smirk.
Speaker 1: He carried himself like he owned the place. Mister Sensta,
Speaker 1: he said, smoothly, a voice like velvet gravel, as introducing
Speaker 1: himself with all the permission he needed. The door shut
Speaker 1: behind him with a soft thud, but he didn't lock it.
Speaker 1: Any One could walk in now. Exhibitionism hit like a drug.
Speaker 1: The sweet wasn't as private as I'd thought. Maybe these
Speaker 1: pods were meant for sharing, or maybe he had a key.
Speaker 1: It didn't matter. The risk made my skin buzz. You
Speaker 1: didn't pull away. Instead, you thrust shalloway once more, making
Speaker 1: me gasp. Mister Censor's eyes darkened, raking over us, My
Speaker 1: skirts still hiked, legs, spread your cock buried deep room
Speaker 1: for one more, he asked, But it wasn't a question.
Speaker 1: He shrugged off. His jacket, loosened his tie. You glanced
Speaker 1: at me, silent consent, and I nodded, breathless. This was insane, thrilling.
Speaker 1: Mister Sinston moved to the day bed's edge, but you
Speaker 1: were there faster. In a blur, you had him pinned,
Speaker 1: wristcot in one hand, the other yanking his belt free.
Speaker 1: We restrained him, quick and dirty. His tie looped around
Speaker 1: his wrist, bound to the bed frame above his head.
Speaker 1: He didn't fight it. If anything, his cock tinted in
Speaker 1: his pants, straining as he stripped him down, shirt open,
Speaker 1: pants shoved to his ankles, exposed, vulnerable, his dick sprang free,
Speaker 1: thick veined, already leaking precomb play with him, You whispered
Speaker 1: to me a voice, rough edge him, mak him bag
Speaker 1: while I fuck you again. The door was unlocked. Voices
Speaker 1: murmured outside, travelers passing, maybe pausing. Anyone could begin seeing me,
Speaker 1: see us like this, Me straddling your lap, now sinking
Speaker 1: back on too hardening cock with the wet slide, while
Speaker 1: my hands wrapped around mister sinst A's shaft. He groaned low,
Speaker 1: hips bucking as I stroked slow based to tip, thumbs
Speaker 1: circling the head, smearing his slickness. I leaned in, breath
Speaker 1: hot on this skin. You like being watched tied up
Speaker 1: while we use you? He nodded, eyes glazed. Fuck. Yes.
Speaker 1: You thrust up to me, harder, hands on my hips,
Speaker 1: bouncing me while I teased him fast strokes and slow
Speaker 1: stopped just as his balls tightened, his cock twitching desperately,
Speaker 1: edging him ruthless once twice his please turned ragged, Please
Speaker 1: let me come, but I denied him, squeezing the bass,
Speaker 1: watching him writhe a shadow pass the door, someone lingering.
Speaker 1: My orgasm built fast from the thrill, squirting again around
Speaker 1: you as you filled me with another hot cream pie.
Speaker 1: Mister Sinster watched, restrained and aching, pre come, pooling on
Speaker 1: his asps. We weren't done. The door rattled slightly. The
Speaker 1: door rattled again, louder, this time a hesitant knock, followed
Speaker 1: by a soft scrape of someone's testing the handle. Mister
Speaker 1: Census eyes flicked toward it, pupil's bloom with a mix
Speaker 1: of fear and filthy inticipation, his bound wrists straining against
Speaker 1: the tie as his cock jerked untouched in my hand.
Speaker 1: He was close, teetering on the edge we've kept him,
Speaker 1: denying him for what felt like ours precumb leaked in
Speaker 1: steady beads down a shap, pulling on his tents after him,
Speaker 1: you didn't pause. You pulled out of me with a
Speaker 1: wet pop, leaving me aching and empty, your combs still
Speaker 1: leaking slow with thick from my swollen pussy. Then you
Speaker 1: turned to me, voice low, commanding one more time, baby open.
Speaker 1: I dropped my knees without a word, mouth already watering.
Speaker 1: You were only half hard, now, thick, heavy, glistening with
Speaker 1: our combined mess, But that only made what came next
Speaker 1: to phel dirnier. You didn't these in. You feed me
Speaker 1: your cock in one unhesitating push, straight past my lips,
Speaker 1: passed my tongue straight down. I gagged instantly, violent, wet throat, convulsive,
Speaker 1: hard around this sudden invasion. My body jerked, eyes watering,
Speaker 1: but you kept pressing. The fat head slid over the
Speaker 1: soft back of my tongue, met the tight ring and
Speaker 1: base and forced its way through its through my hands,
Speaker 1: flew through your thighs, nails, digging and crescent moons into
Speaker 1: your muscles, not pushing away, just anchoring myself as tears
Speaker 1: spilled immediately, streaking back black mascara thin rivers down my cheeks.
Speaker 1: You held my skull steady with both hands, thumbs hooked
Speaker 1: behind my jaw, hinges, fingers splayed wide over my ears
Speaker 1: like a vice. Then you started to fuck my face
Speaker 1: and shore brutal strokes. Each thrust bottomed out and my
Speaker 1: nose buried in the coarse hair of your groin, Lips
Speaker 1: stretched white and thin around the base, throat bulging visibly
Speaker 1: under delicate skin of my neck. The sound was obscene,
Speaker 1: thick glucking gags each time you pulled back just as
Speaker 1: far enough for me to snatch a ragged breath, then
Speaker 1: a wet slurp slamb When you drove back in balls
Speaker 1: tapping my chin, Saliva poured out in long, glistening strands,
Speaker 1: coating my chin, dripping onto the cheap gray carpet and
Speaker 1: dark spreading coins. My tongue tried to curl, tried to please,
Speaker 1: but it mostly just flattened helplessly under the pistoning shaft.
Speaker 1: You gripped my hair tighter, using the handles of it.
Speaker 1: He ate me forward to meet every thrust, grunting low
Speaker 1: an animal on each outstroke. My throat made conting continuous wet,
Speaker 1: clicking sounds. Now overwhelmed, no longer able to close properly
Speaker 1: between invasions. Drool ran in thick ropes from the corners
Speaker 1: of my mouth, soaking the front of my thin blouse,
Speaker 1: darkening the fabric over my breast until the lace of
Speaker 1: my braw showed through nibbles. Stiff and obvious, mister Sinsta
Speaker 1: watched every second, restrained and helpless, his own cock throbbing
Speaker 1: angrily against his stomach. He whimpered and actually whimpered. When
Speaker 1: the door cracked open wider, a shadow filled the frame.
Speaker 1: Another tall man, a nut anonymous in the dim light,
Speaker 1: stepped inside without a word, eyes winding at the scene.
Speaker 1: Me and my knees choking on your dick, mascare ruined face,
Speaker 1: throat working visibly around you, mister Sensta, tied and leaking
Speaker 1: in the thick air, both sex and risk. The newcomer
Speaker 1: didn't speak. He just closed the door behind him, leaving
Speaker 1: it unlocked, and moved closer. His hand went to his belt.
Speaker 1: He pulled out of my throat with a filthy pop,
Speaker 1: strings the connecting us. I gasped, cocking, chest heaving, but
Speaker 1: my eyes stayed locked on yours, bagging for more. Touch him.
Speaker 1: You told the stranger, nodding toward mister sinstera edge him,
Speaker 1: make him watch while I finish in her mouth. The
Speaker 1: new man belt knelt beside the bed, his fingers wrapped
Speaker 1: around mister Sinsta's aching length, slow teasing strokes that had
Speaker 1: the bound man bucking, cursing under his breath every time
Speaker 1: he got close. The stranger stopped, squeezed the face, left
Speaker 1: him trembling and denied. You guided my head back to
Speaker 1: your cock, now fully hard again from the side, and
Speaker 1: slid back down my throat in one smooth glide. Take
Speaker 1: it all, you growled, Show them how good you are.
Speaker 1: I did, gagging, drooling, tears streaming. I let you use
Speaker 1: my face while the stranger played mister Sinstow like an instrument,
Speaker 1: bringing him to the brink over and over another, letting
Speaker 1: him tip. The door stayed cracked just enough anyone walking
Speaker 1: by could look in, and none of us care. The stranger,
Speaker 1: let's call him Alex, with broad shoulders in his cock
Speaker 1: that looked even thicker than yours, straining against his open fly,
Speaker 1: doesn't hesitate as you fucked my throat deeper, grunting. With
Speaker 1: each brutal thrust he released mister Sinsta, edging the grip
Speaker 1: just long enough to shove his own pants down. His
Speaker 1: dick sprang free, massive vein like a road map, and
Speaker 1: at least nine inches, with girthy enough to make my
Speaker 1: jawn ache just looking at it. He stroked himself once,
Speaker 1: yes locked on mascare street face, then knelt closer to
Speaker 1: mister Sensa whispered something filthy that made the bound man whipper.
Speaker 1: But the door it's slog open wide now no more rattling.
Speaker 1: A woman slipped in first, curveous hell, big boob spilling
Speaker 1: over her low cut top, a round ass, firm, tight
Speaker 1: jeans that peeled off without a word. Behind her. Two men,
Speaker 1: one built like a tank with a huge cock already
Speaker 1: hard and lenking, the other slimmer but packing serious length.
Speaker 1: Then another woman bitteet but with an ass that could
Speaker 1: stop traffic, carrying a bag that clinked suspiciously. The pod
Speaker 1: wasn't private anymore. It was a free for all public.
Speaker 1: Exposed travelers paused outside, pinking in some joining, turning our
Speaker 1: little sweet into a throbbing, sweaty gang bang den in
Speaker 1: the heart of the airport. You pulled out of my
Speaker 1: throat with a wet gasp, spits stringing from my lips
Speaker 1: to your tip. I coughed, chest heaving, but before I
Speaker 1: could catch my breath, you yanked me up by my hair, hard, scalped,
Speaker 1: tingling with that perfect burn. Look at you, slut, you growled,
Speaker 1: dirty talk, dripping like a honeyed venom. Throat fucked rawl,
Speaker 1: and you're still dripping for more. You want them all,
Speaker 1: don't you, Every big cock, every fat ass grinding against you.
Speaker 1: I nodded, voice rocked yes, fuck yes, yuse me. The
Speaker 1: curvy woman, big boobs, bounced as she moved, grabbed a
Speaker 1: blindfold from her back, slilky black, and tied it over
Speaker 1: my eyes. Darkness amplified everything, the rustle of clothes dropping,
Speaker 1: the heavy breaths, the door creaking as more strangers wandered
Speaker 1: in hot ends everywhere, now restraining my wrists behind my
Speaker 1: back with someone's belt, spanking my ass, sharp and rhythmic
Speaker 1: until it burned red. Sensual at first, soft lips on
Speaker 1: my neck, fingers tracing my soaked pussy, then a rough
Speaker 1: a big hand around my throat or breathplate squeezing just
Speaker 1: enough to make my head spin, vision spotting even behind
Speaker 1: the blindfold as auctioned and dipped. Alex was first. He
Speaker 1: bit me over the day bed, right next to mister Sinsta,
Speaker 1: who was finally allowed to come, spurning ropes across his
Speaker 1: chest as the petitue woman fisted his ass, slow and deep,
Speaker 1: her small hand stretching him while she whispered, take it, you,
Speaker 1: filthy boy, feel me owning that tight hole. My turn,
Speaker 1: Alex massis cock nudged my entrance and stretching me inch
Speaker 1: by brutal inch, pussy lips parting wide around his girth. God,
Speaker 1: you're tighty grunted, gonna ruin this cunt with my big dick,
Speaker 1: he thrust hard, bodowing out, making me squirt instantly, hot
Speaker 1: gush soaking his balls. Multiple orgasms rolled through me as
Speaker 1: he pounded rough hair, pulling my head back, spanking my
Speaker 1: ass between strokes. The woman joined curvy one, straddling my face,
Speaker 1: her big boob smothering me as I licked her slick folds.
Speaker 1: Oral heaven juice is mixing with my drool. She ground
Speaker 1: down breath play again with her thighs, clamping my head
Speaker 1: the petite dawned on a strap on a huge vein dildo,
Speaker 1: buzzing with a built in vibrator. She slid it into
Speaker 1: my ass while Alex fucked my pussy, double penetration, stretching
Speaker 1: me to my limits, fisting level full fill that whore,
Speaker 1: She taunted, your holes are mine. Now squirt again for uss.
Speaker 1: Blurred into group play, the tank like guy with his
Speaker 1: enormous cock taking my mouth, gagging me anew while the
Speaker 1: slimmer one fisted my pussy whole hand, curling inside, knuckles,
Speaker 1: rubbing my g spot until I screamed orgasm, ringing in waves,
Speaker 1: squirting arcs that splashed the carpet. Cream pies followed Alex
Speaker 1: pulling out the paint my ass and the tank flooding
Speaker 1: my pussy, deep hot spurts leaking out as the next
Speaker 1: took his place. Gangbang, peek bodies everywhere, men and women rotating,
Speaker 1: big dicks, plunging big asses, grinding big boobs in my hands.
Speaker 1: Rough hands choked me, spank me, pulled my hair while
Speaker 1: dirty top filled the air. Come on, my fat coffee,
Speaker 1: greedy bitch, stretching that pussy wire, Take that dildo in
Speaker 1: my fist vibrators buzzed against klits, strap on sreamed asses.
Speaker 1: I lost count of orgasms, squirting endlessly, cream pies dripping
Speaker 1: from every hole. The door stayed open, voices outside my approval.
Speaker 1: We weren't stopping. The cod became a pulsing, chaotic altar
Speaker 1: to pure wont bodies moved in ways, a sweat, slick
Speaker 1: skin sliding against skin, moans overlapping, the wet slap of flesh,
Speaker 1: the buzz of vibrators, the low grunts of men and
Speaker 1: women lost in the frenzy. My blindfold stayed on, heightening
Speaker 1: every sensation. The rough sting of spanks blooming across my ass,
Speaker 1: the tight squeeze of a hand around my throat, cutting
Speaker 1: my air just enough to make stars explode behind my eyelids.
Speaker 1: The stretch of fist and massive dildos and thick cocks
Speaker 1: taking turns ruining my holes. I came again and again,
Speaker 1: squirting in messy arcs that soak thighs, sheets, carpets, while
Speaker 1: cream pies dripped from my pussy and ass in warm,
Speaker 1: endless rivers. Strangers whispered filthy praise and degradation in equal measure.
Speaker 1: Look at that greedy little slut taking it all, gonna
Speaker 1: fill you all to your leaking for days. Squeezed my
Speaker 1: fist tighter, baby milk it. The curvy woman with big
Speaker 1: boobs rowed my face until she shuddered through her own release,
Speaker 1: grinding her clit against my tongue, while another woman fucked
Speaker 1: me with a vibrating strap on that hit every nerve
Speaker 1: at once. Mister Cinsa had long since been untied, only
Speaker 1: to be pulled into a center, his clock worshiped by
Speaker 1: mouths and hands until he erupted across multiple faces and chests,
Speaker 1: only to be edged again immediately. The door never closed.
Speaker 1: People came and went, some watching, some joining the risk
Speaker 1: of security, or a random passenger walking by only fueling
Speaker 1: the fire. But eventually, after what felt like hours of delirious,
Speaker 1: boundary shattering pleasure, the energy began to crest. An ebb
Speaker 1: body slowed, breath steadied. The crowd thinned as quietly as
Speaker 1: it had arrived, slipping out one by one with satisfied
Speaker 1: smirks and lingering duchess. The pod reeked of sex, smucksk scum, sweat,
Speaker 1: metallic tang of over stimulation. Someone finally removed my blindfold.
Speaker 1: I blinked into the dim light. Mascara tracks dried on
Speaker 1: my cheeks, sweet lips, swollen body trembling and gloriously wacked.
Speaker 1: You were there, still hard, still looking at me, like
Speaker 1: was the only thing that mattered. You help me up
Speaker 1: on shaky legs, wrapped your jacket around my shoulders, kissed
Speaker 1: my full head with the surprising tenderness. We have a
Speaker 1: flight to catch, she murmured against my hair. I laughed,
Speaker 1: horse wrecked my high club. Your grin was wicked. That's
Speaker 1: another story. We gathered what was left of our clothes,
Speaker 1: panties lost somewhere else, skirt hopelessly wrinkled, and stepped out
Speaker 1: into the concourse. The airport felt surreal now, ordinary travelers
Speaker 1: dragging suitcases, gate agents calling boarding Groupsluorescent lights too bright
Speaker 1: after the haze we'd just left. No one looked twice
Speaker 1: at us, Or maybe they did and just didn't care.
Speaker 1: We blended back into the crowd like nothing happened. You
Speaker 1: kept a possessive hand over the small of my back
Speaker 1: as we boarded our Red Eye. The plane was half
Speaker 1: empty at this hour. We found our seats in the
Speaker 1: back row window nile. No one behind us as the
Speaker 1: cabin light dimmed for take off. You leaned over, lips
Speaker 1: brushing my hair rest Now, he whispered, you're going to
Speaker 1: need your energy. I smiled, thighs still slick, pussy throbbing
Speaker 1: with the memory of everything we'd done and everything still waiting.
Speaker 1: The engines roared, the plane lifted off, climbing into the
Speaker 1: black sky. We were airborne, and whatever came next up
Speaker 1: there at thirty thousand feet in that narrow laboratory, or
Speaker 1: beneath a thin blanket, would be ours alone. But that,
Speaker 1: as they say, is another story.