hi guys i’ve written a lot a lot of poems but this one is kinda bad in comparison so pls don’t judge i promise im a much better writer than this T-T i wna try incorporating more of them into my moodboards so !! this is a first try at that
locs by me @gyurami insp by @baenuit, sparkles by @suupersonic, sword div by wonderful @digilatte, gif by @cwrcent, header and footer div not mine (sorry for the mentions i js wna give crds ^.^`)
That evening, the streets around the convenience store sat empty under the yellow glow of streetlamps. Nine o'clock had passed and the neighborhood had gone still. Karina adjusted the shopping bag in her right hand, the plastic handles cutting into her fingers. She'd bought snacks for the long night of dance practice ahead — crackers, a bottle of water, something sweet. Her long black hair swayed across her shoulders as she walked, and beneath her thin T-shirt, her breasts shifted with each step, the nipples tightening against the fabric in the chilly air. She pulled the hem down once, then twice, but it didn't help much.
She didn't hear the footsteps behind her. They were soft, deliberate, matching her pace but staying back. Two shadows. One broad-shouldered. The other thinner, watchful.
A hand clamped over her mouth. Rough skin. Calluses. The shopping bag hit the ground, crackers scattering across the pavement. Karina's eyes went wide, her body locking for a half-second before she started to struggle. The first man's body — thick, solid, smelling of sweat and cheap liquor — pressed her into the brick wall of an alley. The roughness scraped through her T-shirt, grinding into her spine.
"Shut up, whore."
His breath was hot against her ear. His grip on her shoulder felt like iron, the fingers digging deep enough to bruise. She tried to bite his palm, tried to twist away, but the second man was already there, grabbing her legs, lifting. Her sneakers kicked at air. She opened her mouth to scream into the hand over her face but the sound came out muffled, swallowed.
The black van's side door yawned open.
She was tossed inside. Her head cracked against the metal floor, and stars burst across her vision. Then a wet cloth pressed over her nose and mouth — sweet, chemical, choking — and the world went syrupy, then dark.
When she came to, the smell hit her first. Damp concrete. Sweat. Something metallic, like old blood. The air was thick, stuffy, pressing against her skin. Karina blinked, her vision swimming, and found herself strapped to a wooden chair. The ropes around her wrists were rough, biting into the soft skin with every movement. Her ankles were tied to the chair legs, spread wide apart, the denim of her shorts pulling tight across her thighs. She could feel her own pulse hammering in her throat, her chest rising and falling in shallow, rapid gasps.
The first man stood in front of her. He was built like someone who worked with his body every day — broad shoulders, thick arms, a face lined with small scars that caught the dim light. He grinned, showing yellowed teeth.
"Wake up. Tonight you are ours."
His voice scraped through the room like gravel. Karina's stomach turned. She pulled at the ropes, the fibers burning her wrists, but they didn't give. Not even an inch.
The second man stood to the side. Slimmer. Clean-shaven. His eyes moved over her body the way a butcher eyes meat — assessing, unhurried. He held a coil of extra rope in one hand, letting it swing slightly. His expression didn't change when he looked at her. Not anger. Not excitement. Just satisfaction.
Karina opened her mouth to scream.
The first man crossed the space in two steps. His finger pressed against her lips, hard, pushing them back against her teeth. "Don't you dare scream." He forced her jaw open with his thumb, pressing down until her molars ached, and shoved the rubber ball gag between her teeth. It was slick, tasted of latex and something stale. He cinched the strap behind her head, tight enough that the buckle dug into the base of her skull. The ball filled her mouth, pressing her tongue flat, and she couldn't close her lips around it. Saliva started pooling immediately, spilling over the rubber, running down her chin.
She made a sound. Not a word — just a noise, low and animal, from the back of her throat.
The first man laughed and stepped back.
The second man switched on a spotlight. The beam hit Karina's face, and she squinted, turning her head, but he stepped forward and grabbed her chin, forcing her back into the light. Her eyes watered. The skin of her face felt hot under the bulb.
He adjusted the camera tripod with his free hand, positioning the lens at groin height, angled up to catch her full body in the frame. The red light blinked on. The second man checked the microphone, tapped it once, then nodded.
"Record everything," the first man said, his voice pitched for the camera. "So your fans can see this."
He grabbed her chin and forced her face toward the lens. She closed her eyes, but the second man pinched her cheek, the nails digging in, forcing them open. "Look at the camera," he said, his voice calm. "Show how scared you are."
Karina stared into the lens. Her reflection in the glass — a girl with wet cheeks and a rubber ball stretching her lips apart. She couldn't look away.
The first man moved closer. His hands found the collar of her T-shirt. The fabric tore with a sound like something breaking — threads giving, seams ripping — and her breasts spilled out into the cold air. Her skin broke into goosebumps immediately. The nipples, pink and already hard from the cold, stood out against the pale curve of her breasts. The strap of her bra hung loose against her shoulder, useless.
She hissed through the gag. The sound was wet, desperate. Tears tracked down her cheeks, catching the light, and dripped onto her chest.
The first man's palm covered her right breast. His hand was rough, the calluses scraping her skin as he squeezed, the flesh pressing between his fingers, reddening. "Look at this," he muttered. "Breasts that drive men mad."
The second man stepped in, his hands smoother but firmer, pinching her left nipple between thumb and forefinger. He twisted gently at first, a slow rotation that sent a sharp spike through her chest. Then harder. The pain bloomed white-hot, radiating through her breast, and Karina bucked against the ropes, a muffled cry escaping the gag. Her squirm made his grip tighten.
"Your nipples are incredibly sensitive," he said, the words rolling off his tongue like a compliment at dinner. "Like a professional whore."
They worked in tandem. Squeezing. Pinching. Rolling the swollen nubs between their fingers until they darkened, until they ached from the pressure alone. Karina's breasts turned pink from the handling, the marks of their fingers blooming across her skin. She closed her eyes, breathing through her nose in sharp huffs. Saliva ran from the corner of the gag, down her chin, onto the swell of her chest.
The first man released the rope around her left ankle, retied it wider, then did the same with the right. Her legs were forced apart at an angle that pulled at her hips, the chair creaking under the strain. He grabbed the waistband of her shorts and ripped them down. The denim gave, the zipper breaking, and then her underwear was gone too, peeled off and tossed aside. The cold air hit her cunt, wet and exposed, and she shuddered.
The second man clicked his tongue softly. His hand touched her inner thigh, fingers trailing over the sensitive skin, moving upward slowly. When his fingers reached her cunt lips, they found them slick. "You're already wet." Not a question. His finger pressed between her folds, rubbing gently but with no mercy, circling her clit until her hips tried to jerk away. She shook her head weakly, but all that came through the gag was a soft, strangled moan.
The first man moved closer to her side. He pressed his nose against her armpit, inhaling deeply. Her skin was soft there, slick with sweat from the struggle, and the scent was salt and something floral from her deodorant. He licked her — a long, slow stroke of his tongue across the curve of her underarm. The salt hit his palate and he hummed with satisfaction. "Your armpit tastes lovely. Like honey." He licked again, deeper, his teeth grazing the skin, biting down just hard enough to leave marks.
Karina's body jerked. The sensation was wrong — intimate in a way that made her stomach churn, her skin crawling. She pulled at the ropes but they bit deeper into her wrists. The second man leaned in and licked her other armpit, his tongue cold and wet, drawing slow patterns that dried in the open air.
The first man reached for the strap of the gag. He unbuckled it roughly, pulling the rubber ball out of her mouth, and it came free with a wet pop. Saliva strung from the ball to her lips. Before she could do more than gasp, his hand was on her jaw, pressing hard, forcing her mouth open. His mouth crashed onto hers. The taste of tobacco and old coffee flooded her tongue. His tongue forced its way inside, thick and insistent, sweeping her palate, tangling with hers. Karina gagged, tried to pull back, but the second man held her head from behind, fingers digging into her scalp.
"Kiss me," the first man growled against her mouth. "Or we'll make it worse."
She gave in. Her lips moved, weak and reluctant, and his mouth consumed hers. The kiss went on — wet, smothering, leaving the taste of him coating her tongue. When he pulled back, the second man shoved the gag back between her teeth before she could speak.
The first man reached for the bedside table. A black dildo, thick as a fist, its surface slick with lubricant. He handed it to the second man, who pressed the tip against her cunt. "Now, feel this."
He pushed. The tip stretched her entrance, the silicone cold, and then it sank inside her in a slow, steady press. Karina's body arched, her muscles clenching against the intrusion. The fullness was overwhelming — her walls stretching, the dildo sliding deeper, reaching places she'd never felt before. A muffled scream tore from her throat. The second man twisted it, the ridges grinding against her inner walls, and her hips bucked. Sweat broke across her skin, her breasts swaying with each small thrust.
The first man picked up a second dildo. Smaller. Ribbed. He turned her body, adjusting her against the chair, and pressed the tip against her ass. "Your arse is tight, darling. It'll feel good once it's stretched."
He pushed. The resistance was immediate, her body fighting the intrusion. But he didn't stop. The tip breached her, and a searing burn shot through her — a pressure that built and built as the dildo sank deeper, inch by inch. She screamed into the gag, the sound muffled but raw. The two men worked together, thrusting in tandem, the dildos moving in synchrony — one in her cunt, one in her ass — filling her completely. Her body trembled with each thrust, her vision blurring at the edges.
The camera's red light stayed on. The lens never blinked.
"This is only the beginning, Karina," the first man said.
She closed her eyes. Her breath came in wet, hitching gasps. Somewhere beneath the terror, beneath the pain, a small voice in her head kept repeating the same thing: someone — anyone — please.
The first man pulled the dildo from her ass in one rough motion. Her hole clenched on empty air, the pain flaring, a raw ache spreading through her. She whimpered, her body limp against the ropes. The second man withdrew the dildo from her cunt — a wet sound, a smear of lube and her own slick running down her thigh to drip onto the concrete.
"Enough with the dildo," the first man said, his voice dropping low. "Now it's time for the real thing."
He unstrapped the gag. It fell to the floor with a wet thud, and Karina's jaw ached from being held open so long. Saliva still ran freely, dripping onto her bare chest.
"Please!" Her voice cracked, raw, unrecognizable even to her own ears. "Don't — please, let me go!"
Her screams bounced off the concrete walls, swallowed by the room's emptiness. The second man grabbed her jaw, forcing her face up. "Too late, whore. You're ours now. Go on, scream — no one will hear you."
The first man's zipper came down. His cock sprang out, already hard — thick, at least twenty centimeters, the veins mapping the shaft in dark lines. The head was red, slick with pre-cum, swollen and angry. He stepped forward, wrapping his fingers in her black hair and yanking her head forward. "Open your mouth wide."
She shook her head, her lips trembling. "No — please, don't put it in my mouth — I don't — "
The second man's hand caught her jaw, pressed her cheeks until her lips parted. The first man thrust forward. His cock filled her mouth in one brutal motion, slamming against her tongue, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged immediately, her throat convulsing around the intrusion, her eyes going wide. The taste hit her — salt and sweat and skin, the bitter tang of pre-cum. Tears flooded her eyes as she choked.
The first man began to move. His hips set a punishing rhythm, fucking her mouth in deep, rough thrusts, the head of his cock punching her throat with each stroke. "Suck it," he barked. "Don't just stand there."
His hand pressed her head down, forcing her deeper. Her nose pressed into his pubic hair. She couldn't breathe. Her hands balled into fists against the ropes, but she couldn't move, couldn't push him away. She gave in — her tongue touching the shaft, tracing the veins, because fighting only made it worse. Her throat relaxed just enough to let him pass, and the next thrust slid deeper.
A muffled sound. "Mmmph — stop — "
It only made him fuck her harder.
The second man unzipped his trousers. His cock was longer but slimmer, curving slightly upward, fully erect. He pulled his partner back and took his place, sliding his cock into her wet, open mouth. "My turn." His voice was calm, almost conversational. His cock went deeper than the first man's, reaching further, and her gag reflex convulsed again. Saliva and pre-cum bubbled at the corners of her mouth. They took turns — pulling out, swapping, thrusting in — their hands on her hair, her jaw, forcing her to take them. Her mouth was full, her cheeks stretched, drool running down her chin and onto her breasts.
The first man pushed his partner aside and took her mouth again. His hips slammed forward, his breathing turning ragged. "I'm coming. Swallow it all, you slut."
She felt the pulse in his cock — once, twice — and then the hot flood hit her throat. Thick, salty, bitter. It filled her mouth faster than she could swallow, spilling from the corners of her lips, running down her chin. He pressed her head down, forcing her to swallow. "Don't waste it. It's a gift for you."
She swallowed. The taste coated her tongue, her throat. She gagged but forced it down.
The second man took his turn immediately, sliding his cock into her still-wet mouth. He fucked her mouth slowly, deliberately, savoring each thrust, his hand reaching down to pinch her nipple. She moaned — "Enough... please..." — but the sound was swallowed by his cock. He came hard, spurting into her mouth, filling it until it overflowed, warm semen running down her chin, mixing with the first man's release.
She swallowed again. Her body shook. The room spun.
They laughed, wiped the heads of their cocks against her lips, and tucked themselves back into their trousers.
The first man cut the ropes binding her ankles. The second cut her wrists. She collapsed forward, her body hitting the concrete floor in a heap, but they grabbed her arms and pulled her up, handling her like she weighed nothing. The first man lay on the dirty floor, pulling her on top of him, positioning her hips above his. She felt the head of his cock pressing against her cunt — still slick from the dildo, still open — and he shoved upward in one hard stroke.
"Ahh — your pussy is so tight!"
The stretch was blinding. Her walls clenched around him, trying to push him out, but he was too thick, too deep. The pain and fullness fused into something unbearable. She screamed. "No! Get out — it hurts!"
Behind her, the second man grabbed her hips. His cock pressed against her ass, and she felt the head breach her, sliding in through the slick left by the dildo. Her body was pinned between them — both cocks inside her, filling her completely. The first man thrust upward into her cunt, making her breasts bounce. The second man drove deeper into her ass, the two rhythms finding a sync — in and out, in and out, a savage, punishing cadence.
"Oh — stop — both of you — I can't take it!"
Her body took them anyway. Her cunt and ass stretched around them, the thin wall between the two passages feeling every inch of their cocks as they moved. The sensation was too much — she was drowning in it, the pressure, the fullness, the pain.
Behind her, the second man leaned forward and started licking the sweat from her back. His tongue traced her spine, the curve of her waist, up to her shoulder blades. He bit down gently on her shoulder, then harder, leaving marks. His hand snaked around her hip, his fingers finding her clit and pressing, rubbing in tight circles. "Your body feels good," he murmured against her skin. "Wet all over."
He licked the curve of her armpit, the salt sharp on his tongue. He bit her neck, her ear, his tongue tracing the line of her jaw as the first man fucked into her from below. His fingers pushed into her cunt alongside the first man's cock, stretching her wider, and she bucked against them, the stimulation too raw, too much.
She stopped fighting. Her body went slack between them.
"Enough," she whispered. "I... I've lost..."
The first man's hips drove harder, faster. His cock throbbed inside her, and she felt the pulse before the heat flooded her — hot, thick, filling her womb. "Take it all in your pussy," he groaned, his body shuddering beneath her.
The second man followed, his rhythm faltering, then pushing deep into her ass. His release hit her in hot, pulsing waves, filling her until it dripped around the seal of his cock. He pulled out, and the warm mixture ran down her thighs, pooling on the first man's stomach.
Karina collapsed between them, her body limp. Her holes ached, still clenching on nothing, empty and raw. Semen trickled from her cunt, from her ass, puddling on the concrete beneath her. Her tears had dried into salt tracks on her cheeks. Her eyes were open but empty, staring at a crack in the ceiling.
The first man stood up. He grabbed his phone and connected it to the camera, downloading the footage. "Perfect. Now I just upload it online, and your fans will see this."
He worked quickly. A title: Karina Double Raped. A few tags. Hit upload.
The notifications started within minutes. Thousands of views. Tens of thousands. By the end of the first hour, it had crossed a million.
Karina lay on the floor. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, weak breaths. She didn't hear the camera's fan. She didn't hear the men laughing, or the phone buzzing with notifications, or any of it.
She just lay there, staring at the ceiling, her body open and empty on the cold concrete floor.
(Karina X Winter X Giselle X Ningning) Wordcount: 4978 words
You wake up to the soft warmth of a mouth wrapped around your cock. You barely have time to process that it’s the first day of NNN and the start of your and Karina’s new challenge, before a tongue flicks along the underside of your shaft, making your hips jerk. It’s not Karina. You know the difference instantly. Karina is all lips and slow, savoring teasing. This mouth is smaller and hungrier, the lips tighter as they slide down until you feel your tip pressed right against the back of her throat.
You blink, struggling to see through the haze. Long hair, black and spilling over your stomach. A hand wraps around your base, stroking in perfect rhythm with her mouth. She hums around you, a playful, taunting sound that sends a jolt of heat straight through your gut.
“W–Winter?”
The name slips out before you can stop it and she looks up at you, eyes sparkling with mischief. Her lips are stretched tight around your cock, and her cheeks are hollowed as she lets you see every inch disappearing between them. Your body tenses.
“Mm?”
She hums, not stopping for a second. The vibration travels straight through you.
You want to stop her. You should stop her. This is wrong, this is insane, and Karina could walk in at any moment. But all you can do is clutch at the sheets, panting as Winter bobs her head faster, tongue swirling, hand squeezing your cock even tighter. You don’t know how she got here. She must’ve been too quiet to wake you up. You think, for one crazy moment, that Karina must have set this up. She joked about making you fail NNN again, about bringing in “reinforcements” to see how long you’d last. Is this her idea of a prank? A test?
Right now, you don’t even care. Winter’s mouth is so wet, so warm, and she’s moaning around your cock like getting you off is her favorite thing in the world. Her lips glide all the way down your shaft until your hips lift off the bed, the wet, hungry sounds echoing in the quiet, dreamlike morning. Her eyes still don’t leave yours and you feel yourself dangerously close to the edge, fighting not to give in. You want to say her name, to warn her, to beg her to slow down, but the words get stuck in your throat.
You force yourself to look away, desperate for any distraction that’ll keep you from losing it too soon. As your gaze drifts to the right, your brain stutters. There’s someone else lying beside you.
Ningning is sprawled on her side, propped up on one elbow, wearing nothing but a wicked smile on her face. She’s watching the scene of Winter sucking you off, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she gazes at Winter’s lips gliding along your length. When you meet her gaze, her eyes flicker with amusement. She leans a little closer, her voice a sultry purr.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.”
She whispers, her fingers tracing lazy circles over your chest.
“We had a little bet who could wake you up with just her mouth, and I guess Winter won.”
She pouts, fake disappointment curling her lips, then grins.
“Too bad. I wanted a taste of your cock too. So, you better make it up to me.”
Before you can even process what’s happening, before you can form a reply, Ningning’s body moves, her thighs swinging over you. Suddenly, she’s kneeling above your head, her heat radiating down as she settles just above your lips, her pussy on full display. The scent of her arousal hits you instantly, dizzying and sweet.
Winter doesn’t pause for a second, her hand stroking you in perfect rhythm with her mouth, her moans vibrating straight through your core. Your world narrows to the sensations of Winter’s mouth driving you mad from below and Ningning’s pussy hovering just out of reach above you.
The younger one glances down at you, her hair falling in a curtain around her face. She bites her lip, her eyes gleaming.
“Well? You going to make it up to me, or do I have to sit here all morning, oppa?”
You barely have time to breathe before her hips sink lower, her soft warmth brushing over your mouth. You give in without thinking, licking a slow, teasing stripe along her folds. Ningning gasps, her body shuddering above you, and she rocks her hips against your tongue, urging you on.
Winter’s pace quickens, her cheeks hollowing, sucking you harder than ever, as Ningning rides your mouth, her breathy moans and needy whimpers filling the air. The bed creaks beneath you as you’re trapped between them, Winter’s relentless mouth, Ningning’s desperate, rolling hips. You’re helpless, overpowered, and more turned on than you’ve ever been in your life.
You force yourself to focus, to fight back that boiling pleasure Winter is building inside you with every slick, eager movement of her mouth. Your only hope is distraction, so you bury your tongue into Ningning, desperate to lose yourself in her taste instead of the maddening heat building below. She gasps the moment you lick her cunt, the sound ringing in your ears, her thighs trembling slightly as she settles her weight onto your face. Your hands grip her hips, pulling her down so you can really taste her. She’s soft, wet and intoxicating on your taste buds. You let your tongue flick and circle, teasing her clit and then diving lower, savoring every drop, every shiver of her body above you.
“Fuck-”
Ningning’s voice is already shaking as her hips start to rock.
“God, you’re good at that.”
She bites her lip, looking down at you, her eyes wide and pleading.
“Do you like it? Do I taste good for you, oppa?”
You groan into her, nodding as best you can with her pressed to your mouth. You answer with your tongue, giving her a long, slow lick, feeling her shudder.
“Tell me.”
She moans, hips rolling in slow circles as you suck gently on her clit
“Tell me how much you love my pussy. Tell me I taste better than anyone.”
Her voice cracks on a whimper when you push your tongue inside her again.
“Please, I need it. I want to hear it from you…right now.”
You want to talk but your silenced by Ningning grinding her pussy onto your tongue as Winter’s mouth relentlessly pushes you toward the edge with a steady, unyielding pace. The only thing keeping you from losing it is the way Ningning sounds above you, desperate for your approval, her body so responsive to every flick of your tongue. You finally manage to break away just enough to gasp.
“You taste fucking incredible,”
Your voice muffled by her thighs.
“Sweetest pussy I’ve ever had, Ningning. I could eat you for hours.”
She cries out, her hands flying to your hair, grinding herself down against your mouth.
“Oh my god, fuck-don’t stop. I want you to eat me every morning, I want you to love it-love me. Do you love how wet I get for you?”
You moan your answer, your tongue driving deeper, flicking and teasing her just the way she wants, giving her everything she needs and more. She’s writhing above you, moaning your name, while Winter’s mouth never lets up from your cock.
Ningning’s thighs clamp tighter around your head. Her muscles are trembling, but they’re still strong. Stronger than you expect. It becomes harder to breathe. Every gasp for air is laced with her scent as her slick cunt smears your lips and chin. You dig your nails into her thighs, desperate for a little leverage, but she only presses closer, holding you captive with her body. Your hands slide up, digging into her flesh, but she barely budges. If anything, she seems to revel in it, grinding herself against your mouth, letting out a needy, ragged whine.
“God, I love your mouth.”
Her voice is thick with heat.
“But do you like my thighs, too? Hm? Are they as good as my pussy, oppa?”
You try to nod, but she’s relentless, squeezing you between her legs, making you dizzy. Your lungs burn and you’re powerless beneath her, completely at her mercy. She tilts her hips just enough for you to catch a breath, her fingers tangled in your hair, tugging you back to her.
"Say it."
She demands with a shaking voice.
“Tell me you love my thighs. Tell me you want to be smothered by me.”
Your answer is muffled, half choked by pleasure and desperation, but you manage.
“I love them. Fuck, Ningning, I love your thighs. Want you to squeeze me…never let go…”
A shiver runs through her. She lets out a soft, broken laugh, then rolls her hips against your mouth, thighs quivering as she chases her own high.
Meanwhile, Winter switches things up. Her mouth leaves your cock slick and aching, the cool air prickling over your skin. For a split second you think she’s done, but then you feel her lips at the base of your cock. They trail down to your balls, her tongue swirling around them and teasing. She kisses your inner thighs and lets her breath ghost along your skin. The teasing touch sends sparks of pleasure through your whole body.
Then she moves higher, her mouth exploring your abs, your hip bones. Her teeth scrape playfully against your skin. Her lips press kisses along every inch she can reach. You twitch, body helplessly responsive, caught between Winter’s wandering mouth and Ningning’s crushing thighs.
The older of the two circles back to your cock, her breath hot as she kisses up your length, finally swallowing you again, taking you in deep. The sudden return to that slick, desperate warm mouth is enough to make you gasp against Ningning.
Ningning moans as you suck her clit harder. Her thighs shake and you realize you’re pushing her toward a crushing orgasm. Because her moans grow louder and higher now. They fill the room with desperate, needy sounds as she rocks herself against your mouth. Her free hand squeezes her tits, fingers tugging at her own nipple as her hips grind down. Her thighs crush your head with each shuddering thrust. The air in your lungs is thick with the scent of her arousal. Your world shrinks to nothing but her taste and the pressure of her body on your tongue.
You struggle beneath her, half dazed and breathless, but you don’t let up. Reaching around her, you grab both of her ass cheeks in your hands, squeezing, spreading, kneading her soft flesh as you pull her down harder onto your mouth. Ningning arches her back with a gasp. Her voice breaks and her hips jerk into your touch.
“Fuck-You like my ass, don’t you? You want to fuck it, don’t you, oppa?”
You answer without hesitation, voice muffled by her thighs and slick pussy.
“Love your ass, Ningning. Want to fuck it so bad…want to feel you squeeze me everywhere.”
You can feel her starting to fall apart. Her entire body trembles. Her breath comes in short, desperate pants. She glances down at you, her lips parted.
“Tell me…whose ass is better? Mine or Ari’s? I want to hear you say it. Right now.”
There’s not even a pause. You give her ass a hard squeeze, licking her clit just the way she seems to like it the most.
“Yours. Always yours, Ningning.”
The words hit her like a shockwave. Ningning’s thighs clamp down even harder, trapping your head, nearly suffocating you as she tips over the edge. Her entire body shudders, her moans spilling out loud and broken, echoing off the walls. She grinds herself against your mouth, riding out her orgasm with reckless abandon, not letting up until she’s trembling and breathless and spent, finally easing her grip just enough for you to gulp in air.
All the while, Winter never stops. She takes your cock deep, then lets her tongue and lips explore you, sucking, licking, kissing up your length, down to your thighs, then back again. She moans around your dick as she hears Ningning’s cries, her mouth growing even hungrier, determined to push you right to your own breaking point.
Ningning collapses forward. Her body is limp and shivering. Her breath is hot against your skin. She’s smiling, dazed and satisfied, her hands still tangled in your hair. You’re dizzy, half blinded by pleasure and lack of air, your cock throbbing in Winter’s relentless mouth. Every second that passes she pushes you closer to the edge, no hope of holding out much longer.
As Ningning finally climbs off you, her thighs trembling, she barely gives you a moment to breathe. She collapses beside you. But then she grabs your face with both hands and pulls you into a deep, hungry kiss, her tongue diving into your mouth, making herself taste her own slick that’s still coating your lips and chin. She moans into the kiss, her body melting against yours, needy and possessive.
You lose yourself in the kiss, but Winter has no intention of letting you rest. She shifts lower on the bed, her hands wrapping around your slick, aching cock. One hand grips at the base, the other twists up your shaft. Her lips trail down, kissing and licking your balls, drawing them into her mouth one at a time. The sensation is overwhelming. Her hands stroke you in tandem, her mouth teasing your most sensitive spots, while Ningning’s lips are locked to yours, swallowing every sound you try to make.
You’re still trapped, unable to tell Winter to stop, with your moans swallowed by Ningning’s mouth, your body jerking with pleasure as Winter works you ruthlessly toward the edge.
Suddenly, from your left, you hear a new voice, almost lazy and sweet, but dripping with mischief.
“Hope you didn’t forget about me.”
You turn your head, breaking the kiss with Ningning, and your heart skips. Giselle is kneeling on the floor next to the bed, her body poised and perfect, her arm draped over the mattress, chin resting on her forearm as she watches you with a wicked smile. She’s completely naked, her skin glowing in the soft morning light, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
She is playing with a bottle of lube, giving it a little shake, letting you see her slick, glistening fingers.
“I’m all lubed up and ready for you, daddy.”
Her purr in combination with her sultry look and that pink hair, almost finishes the job Winter has started. Pink hair? Didn’t she change that a while ago-
“Just say the word. Or maybe…”
She lets her fingers slide slowly down her ass, which is unfortunately out of your view, and gives her right cheek a loud spank.
“…you’re already too busy?”
Winter only doubles down at the sound of Giselle’s voice, taking both of your balls in her mouth at once. Her hands pump your cock faster, making you arch off the bed with a gasp. Ningning nips at your jaw, breath hot against your cheek.
“Looks like you’ve got a choice to make.”
Giselle grins, certain you’ll be choosing her.
“I know you can’t resist.”
She doesn’t wait for another invitation. With a wicked grin, she crawls up onto the bed, the bottle of lube clamped between her teeth. She swings a leg over you, straddling your hips for just a moment. Bending low, she leans forward and deposits the lube right in your mouth, the plastic cool against your tongue. She gives your chin a little tap, her eyes shining with mischief.
Winter finally lets your cock slip from her mouth, her hand still wrapped around your shaft. She shoots Giselle a look, not even trying to hide her annoyance.
“Hey! That’s not fair. You can’t just walk in and take his cock for yourself.”
Giselle just laughs. Her whole body twists to face Winter as she sits back on her knees. With a lube slick hand, she reaches out and gently strokes Winter’s cheek in mock sympathy.
“Aww, poor thing. Did you want a turn? Too bad, you lost the race.”
Her touch leaves a glistening streak across Winter’s skin.
Winter leans away, frowning and scrunching up her nose, clearly unamused by the sticky residue.
“Seriously? Ugh, keep that stuff on yourself.”
Her gaze drops to the way Giselle’s ass glistens with lube.
Meanwhile, Ningning has recovered enough to roll over, sliding herself close to your side. She plucks the bottle of lube from your mouth with delicate fingers, her eyes never leaving yours. She gives you a sly smile.
“Let me help you with this, oppa.”
Her voice is sweet as she flips the cap open. But you can see the hunger in her eyes and the way her breath catches at the prospect of her hands all over you again.
She squeezes a generous amount into her palm and wraps her hand around your cock, the coolness making you shudder. But Ningning wastes no time. The moment the lube touches your skin, she abandons all pretense. Her fist tightens around your cock and she starts jerking you off in quick, greedy strokes, her hand gliding easily up and down your shaft. Her eyes are fixed on your face, hungry and defiant, her lip caught between her teeth as she pumps you fast and rough, clearly determined to wring every reaction out of you.
You can’t hold back a sharp gasp, your hips twitching helplessly into her grip. A deep groan slips from your lips. Your whole body arches into her touch. The sensation is electric and overwhelming. Your cock is throbbing in her slick fist as she works you faster and faster.
At the edge of the bed, Giselle and Winter are still caught up in their bickering. Giselle is taunting Winter who’s pouting and climbing off the bed. She moves to sit up at the headrest, planting herself right next to you, her thigh pressed against your arm. She glances down at your face, her lips curled into a faint pout, her eyes flicking between your flushed expression and the way Ningning’s hand is working you.
But it’s your gasps that finally catch Giselle’s attention. She turns, her eyes narrowing at the sight of Ningning’s determined grip.
“Hey!”
Giselle swats Ningning’s hand away with a sharp smack, her voice dripping with playful indignation.
“You’re supposed to lube him up, not make him blow before I even get a turn.”
Ningning just scoffs, rolling her eyes and giving your cock one last, lingering squeeze before she lets go.
“Maybe if you’d paid less attention to your own ass, you wouldn’t be so late to the party.”
She wipes her slick hand on the sheets, but there’s no real heat in her tone.
Winter smirks from her spot at the headboard, her fingers tracing idle circles on your chest as she leans in to whisper in your ear.
“Better hold on. I’ve heard guys lose their minds when she rides them.”
You’re still reeling from Ningning’s grip, your cock aching and twitching. You’re more desperate than ever but take Winter’s advice to heart.
Giselle swings her leg over you and plants herself facing your feet, giving you a full view of her ass. She reaches back, spreading her cheeks just a little, looking over her shoulder with that same wicked, challenging smile. Unable to resist, you reach out and give her a couple of sharp slaps, your palms stinging as her ass jiggles beneath your hands. She lets out a gasp, then slowly, lowers herself onto your cock.
You can’t see her face, but you hear her breathing quicken as she sinks down, inch by inch, your cock stretching her tight, glistening asshole. She rocks her hips, working you deeper, until you’re buried inside her and her ass is pressed flush against your hips. The grip is unreal. It’s a hundred times hotter and tighter than Winter’s mouth, making you groan.
When she’s settled, Giselle starts to bounce, slow at first, then picking up the pace. Every rise and fall sends waves of pleasure through you, her ass jiggling with every slap of skin. The sight is hypnotic. The slick sheen of lube only makes her cheeks shine brighter, every bounce punctuated by the lewd, wet sounds of her riding you.
Winter and Ningning lounge at the head of the bed, watching openly, their conversation drifting in and out as you try desperately to focus.
“Look at her.”
Winter says, her voice low and amused.
“God, such a slut. Bet she’s been thinking about this all week.”
Ningning laughs, her gaze fixed on Giselle’s bouncing ass.
“Please, she’s probably been stretching for him every night with the plugs she leaves lying around everywhere in the dorm. Anything for a cock in her ass.”
You try to block them out, biting your lip, staring at Giselle’s perfect, bouncing form. Every time she slams down, you feel your control slipping. Her asshole is gripping you so tightly you nearly lose it with every stroke.
Suddenly, Winter’s voice turns mischievous.
“Bet you won’t pour the whole bottle over her.”
Ningning grins, grabbing the lube, and without hesitation, she flips the cap and tips it over Giselle’s ass. The cold, slick liquid gushes out in a thick stream, splashing over her cheeks, running down between them, pooling in the valley of her ass, and flooding over your cock and thighs. There’s so much of it, it coats everything. Your hips, the sheets, even the lower part of your abs, until you’re both a slippery, shining mess.
But Giselle doesn’t miss a beat. She just looks back with a smirk, giving Ningning a mocking:
“Thanks, babe.”
Before dropping her hips again, grinding herself down harder, making you feel every slippery inch.
The lube turns creamy, somehow thickening and stringing into sticky, white ropes that stretch from Giselle’s bouncing ass to your skin, webbing her cheeks to your abs, connecting you in lewd, messy strands.
The girls’ gossip keeps swirling, their voices teasing, but Giselle just rides you harder, letting the lube make everything filthier. Your hands dig into both Ningning’s and Winter’s thighs on either side of you as you try to hold onto something. Your body slides against hers, every movement impossibly slick and hot.
Winter leans in, her lips brushing your ear.
“If you take control and put her in her place, we’ll let you finish all over our faces. All three of us. Wouldn’t you like that, oppa?”
The promise in her voice, the sight of Giselle’s ass bouncing and coated in that sticky, white cream, the taste of Ningning still on your lips…You don’t really have a choice.
You sit straight up, sudden determination in your voice.
“Deal.”
Giselle is so caught up in her own pleasure, in the relentless bounce of her ass and the feeling of your cock stretching her, that she barely notices the shift in your body. It’s not until your arms wrap tightly around her waist and you pull her flush against your chest that her eyes widen in surprise.
“Wait-”
She starts, but you’re already moving. With one quick motion, you rock back, dragging her off your lap and pushing her forward until she’s on her hands and knees. Your cock slips out of her tight hole, despite her muscles desperately trying to hold you in, making her whine in protest.
“What are you doing?”
She gasps, her voice dripping with need.
“I was having so much fun riding your cock-”
You cut her off.
“Shut up and take it.”
She barely has time to smirk over her shoulder before you thrust back into her, sinking into her ass in one hard, unrelenting stroke. The mess of lube makes it easy, almost too easy, and you bottom out in an instant, hips smacking against her slippery cheeks. The force of it makes her jolt forward, her knuckles gripping the sheets, but she doesn’t falter. Instead, Giselle just throws her head back and laughs.
“Oh fuck, daddy—is that all you’ve got?”
She taunts you, arching her back, grinding back against you.
“Come on, ruin me. I know you want to see how much of your cock I can take. Bet you love the way my ass milks you, don’t you? Bet you wanna see me drooling, begging for more, huh?”
Her words only drive you harder. You grab her hips, fingers digging into her slick flesh, and pound into her with reckless, punishing force. The wet, creamy lube squelches with every thrust, splattering across your thighs, your abs, the sheets, making everything even messier. Giselle just takes it, her ass bouncing with every slap of your bodies, the creamy strings stretching and breaking as you fuck her harder.
Winter and Ningning are sprawled at the head of the bed, eyes wide, mouths open in awe and delight as they watch you dominate Giselle, their cheeks flushed and their breathing heavy.
“God, look at her.”
Winter laughs.
“She really is the sluttiest, isn’t she?”
Ningning grins, sliding her hand between her own legs as she watches.
“She loves it. I bet she gets fucked like that all the time.”
Giselle’s words come out in breathless, broken moans.
“Come on, daddy, don’t hold back. Show your little audience what you can do. Make me scream for you…make a mess out of all of us.”
Your own control is hanging by a thread. Every word she spits only makes you thrust harder and faster, determined to claim her completely.
You slam into Giselle from behind, hips crashing into her slippery ass. Your grip tightens around her waist, so you don’t suddenly lose the much needed leverage. Every thrust is met with a taunt, her voice breathless, but utterly unbroken.
“Mmm, is that all you’ve got, daddy?”
She glances back at you over her shoulder, a wicked grin curling her lips.
“Thought you were gonna put me in my place. Thought you were gonna shut me up. But here I am, still talking…”
You grip her harder, your fingers sinking deep into her flesh, desperate to pin her down, to silence her, to make her feel every inch of your cock rearranging her guts.
“Shut up, Giselle.”
But she just arches her back, meeting every brutal thrust with a filthy moan and a laugh that sounds almost triumphant.
“Oh, you like it when I talk, don’t you? Like hearing how good your cock feels in my ass-how messy you’ve made me. You gonna cum for us, daddy? You gonna make a mess all over your little sluts?”
Every word, every taunt pushes you closer to the edge. Giselle’s body shudders with every thrust, her cheeks flushed, her mouth open, her eyes glassy with pleasure, but even as she looks totally fucked, she keeps going, never missing a chance to tease you, to push you just a little bit further.
“Come on.”
She gasps, her voice dissolving into a cry as you pound into her.
“Let go. Show us how much you love fucking my ass. Fill me up, daddy. Ruin me. Ruin all of us.”
You’re right there, barely holding on. Your hand reaches out to finally clamp over her bratty mouth, determined to shut her up for good. But just as your fingers brush her lips-
Ding-dong.
You freeze. The sound barely registers at first, muffled and distant, but it comes again. Louder this time.
Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
You try to focus, but everything starts to blur. The feeling of Giselle’s body, the heat of her tight ass, the chorus of voices and moans. The room starts to fade, piece by piece, the sensation of slick skin and tangled limbs dissolving into darkness.
Ding-dong.
You blink, the light behind your eyelids blending you. The doorbell keeps ringing, echoing through the apartment. You’re lying in your own bed, the sheets twisted around your legs, your skin hot and your breath coming in shallow gasps. The spot next to you, where Karina had curled up last night, is empty and already cold.
The dream lingers, sticky and vivid, as you force yourself to sit up, your cock still achingly hard, your head spinning. You stumble out of bed, still hard and thoroughly annoyed at whoever thought it was a good idea to interrupt the best dream you’ve had in months. Your head is foggy with sleep and arousal, your body still thrumming with the phantom feeling of Giselle’s slick skin and bratty moans. You tug on the first shirt you find, not even bothering with pants, just your boxers, and pad barefoot into the living room, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
The doorbell rings again. You move toward the entrance. When you reach the door, you glance at the small video display set into the wall, the grainy feed from the camera outside lighting up.
Your heart skips.
There, standing in the hallway with a suitcase by her side, is Giselle. She’s wearing a tight black dress, the fabric hugging the curve of her ass while the top also shows off her collarbone underneath her necklace. Her hair tumbles over her shoulders, one hand resting on the handle of her luggage. She glances up at the camera, shifting her weight, her lips curling into an awkward smile.
For a moment, you just stare, caught between the afterglow of your dream and the sudden, impossible reality of her standing right there. The memory of her voice, her body, the way she begged and taunted you, echoes in your head. You can’t help but let your gaze drift, comparing every detail of the real Giselle to the one you’d just had your way with in your sleep.
She looks even better in real life.
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