Mr. Walker smacked her booty cheeks hard as he squeezed the lube onto his already slick length. The sharp sound cracked through the room, heat blooming

Everyone disappeared into the house, leaving her a quiet moment to breathe. She rolled her window down—and froze. Sabrina was standing there, watching with a smirk that hinted she knew more than she should.

He drew her into his rhythm, letting her body command the pace while his mouth obeyed in perfect sync. She arched beneath him, a sound slipping from her throat that seemed to shake the air itself. He felt her pulse against his tongue — a trembling melody of surrender and control.

Tay kissed his neck harder, whispering between nibbles, “Please, big daddy.” Her hand slid down, pulling his dick free.

She slid into the corner of the room, sitting cross-legged on the plush carpet, hidden in the shadows of the color-shifting LED lights. As Daisha devoured Siera’s lips, her hips swayed back and forth, glowing harness catching the light.

Tay buried her face between Destini’s breasts, sucking up every drop as if it were the sweetest liquor she’d ever tasted. Just as the last trace of tequila disappeared, her tongue lingered—slowly circling Destini’s nipple before giving it a teasing flick.

He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue, thick, warm, and greedy as it penetrated her hole. Toya melted into the mattress, toes curling

As Kiara took her seat, she looked across the room to see her sneaky link staring at her. 

What started as a spark becomes a fire—forcing them both to confront what they really want when the doors close behind them.

Chris leaned back bare on the sofa, Rocky Patel between his fingers, smoke curling toward the ceiling. Nicki rose from the bed, the lace of her red bra sliding off her shoulders before tumbling to the floor.