Manager's Private After-Hours Transsexual Orgy

The bass still throbbed through the floor of Velvet Veil even after the last of the Friday crowd spilled out onto the rain-slicked London pavement. Every night the place filled wall to wall with men and women who came only to watch the most beautiful transsexual performers in the city glide across the stage in scraps of lace and silk that left almost nothing to the imagination. Gideon, twenty-eight and the club’s manager for three years, stood near the VIP lounge railing and watched the four who always drew the loudest cheers finish their final number.

Tamara, twenty-four, tall and bronze-skinned, wore a sheer black bodysuit that clung to the full curves of her breasts and the long, heavy cock that pressed against the thin fabric between her thighs. Simone, twenty-six, pale and freckled, danced in a crimson corset and matching thong that framed the thick, pale shaft already half-hard from the heat of the lights. Malik, twenty-five, dark-eyed and elegant, moved in white lace stockings and a micro-skirt that rode up to show the smooth, heavy balls hanging beneath her throbbing dick. Julius, twenty-seven, statuesque and golden-haired, finished the set in a deep-green teddy cut so high that every swivel of her hips flashed the thick veined length of her cock against her stomach.

Throughout the night they had found every excuse to brush past Gideon. Tamara’s fingers trailed across his chest when she asked for a fresh bottle of water. Simone leaned in close enough that her lipstick left a mark on his collar while she whispered how hot the lights made her. Malik caught his eye from the stage and mouthed “later” with a slow lick of her lower lip. Julius simply pressed her body against his back for a long second when the crowd parted, letting him feel the solid weight of her erection against the small of his back. None of it was subtle. All of it was deliberate. They wanted him, and they made sure he knew it.

When the last patron had been ushered out and the heavy street doors locked with a solid clunk, Gideon killed the main lights and left only the low amber glow of the VIP lounge. He expected the four to change and leave. Instead they walked straight toward him, still in the lingerie they had performed in, heels clicking across the polished floor, laughter soft and hungry.

Tamara reached him first. She slid both hands up his shirt and pressed her mouth to his ear. “We’ve been wet and hard for you since the second song, Gideon. Don’t lock us out tonight.”

Simone came up on his other side, already unhooking the front of her corset so that her full breasts spilled free, nipples tight. “We talked about it in the dressing room. All four of us. We want your cock. We want you to use us together. Right here. Now. Say yes.”

Malik dropped to her knees without waiting, palms sliding up his thighs. “Please. We’ve been teasing each other thinking about it. Look.” She took Julius’s hand and guided it between her own legs, letting Gideon see how Julius’s long fingers wrapped around Malik’s thick cock and stroked once, openly, right in front of him. A bead of clear fluid welled at the tip. “We’re already leaking for you.”

Julius stepped in close, taller than the others, her green teddy already half-open. She took Gideon’s face in both hands and kissed him deep and slow, tongue sliding against his while her free hand found the growing bulge in his trousers and squeezed. “Tell us you want this as much as we do. Tell us we can have you. All of us. We’re not leaving until you say yes and mean it.”

Gideon’s pulse hammered. He looked from one eager face to the next—Tamara’s parted lips, Simone’s flushed chest, Malik on her knees with her cock jutting proudly from the lace, Julius’s golden eyes bright with open lust. Every one of them was an adult who knew exactly what she was asking for, and every one of them was asking.

“Yes,” he said, voice rough. “I want all of you. However you want me.”

The words unlocked them.

Tamara and Simone turned to each other first, mouths locking in a wet, filthy kiss while their hands went to the tiny scraps of lingerie still covering the others. Tamara peeled the white lace stockings down Malik’s long legs; Simone tugged the green teddy off Julius’s shoulders so that Julius’s heavy breasts and thick, flushed cock sprang free. They worked like they had rehearsed it—unzipping, unhooking, sliding straps down arms—until all four stood nearly naked except for heels and the occasional garter, cocks hard and leaking, breasts bare, skin gleaming under the amber lights.

Malik stayed on her knees and tugged Gideon’s belt open with impatient fingers. “I need to taste you,” she murmured, and when his cock sprang free—thick, already rigid—she moaned like she had been starving for it. She licked a long stripe up the underside, then took the head into her mouth and sucked hard, cheeks hollowing. Simone dropped beside her, turning her head so she could lick the shaft while Malik sucked, their tongues meeting over his cock in wet, messy kisses.

Tamara moved behind Gideon, pressing her own hard cock against the cleft of his ass through his open trousers while she reached around to stroke his chest. “Feel how hard you make me,” she whispered, rolling her hips so the hot length of her slid against him. “I want that cock buried in me while someone else fucks my throat. I want to watch you fill every one of us.”

Julius stepped in front, between the two mouths working Gideon’s cock, and offered her own heavy breasts. “Suck me while they suck you,” she ordered softly, and Gideon leaned forward, taking one tight nipple into his mouth, biting gently. Julius hissed in pleasure and stroked her own thick cock with slow, deliberate pulls, smearing precome across the head. “We’re going to take turns sitting on your face and your dick until none of us can walk straight. Tell me you want that.”

“I want it,” Gideon groaned around her breast. “Fuck, I want all of it.”

They shifted as one. Simone rose and pushed Gideon backward until he sat heavily on the wide velvet couch. She straddled his lap facing him, her bare cock trapped between their stomachs, and kissed him hard while grinding. “Feel how wet I am for you already,” she breathed, reaching down to guide the head of his cock along the slick cleft behind her balls, teasing but not yet taking him inside. “We’re going to ride you one after another and then all at once. You’re not leaving this lounge until every single one of us has come on you or in you.”

Tamara knelt beside the couch and took Simone’s cock into her mouth without warning, sucking greedily while Simone continued to rock against Gideon’s length. Malik crawled up onto the cushions and offered her own leaking cock to Gideon’s free hand. “Stroke me while you kiss her. I want to watch you make a mess of all of us.”

Julius stood over them, one foot on the couch, and fed her thick cock between Tamara’s and Simone’s mouths so both women could lick and suck her at the same time. The wet sounds filled the lounge—slurping, moaning, the soft slap of skin. Hands roamed everywhere: Tamara’s fingers rolling Simone’s nipples, Malik’s hand guiding Gideon’s fist along her shaft, Julius’s fingers tangled in Tamara’s hair as she fucked gently into the two eager mouths.

Gideon’s head spun with the heat and scent of them—perfume, sweat, the clean musk of four hard, leaking cocks. Every touch was offered, every moan a request for more. Simone lifted her hips and looked straight into his eyes. “I need you inside me now. Please. Fuck me while they watch.”

She sank down in one smooth, practiced motion, taking him to the root with a broken cry of pleasure. Her tight heat gripped him perfectly. Tamara moaned around Julius’s cock at the sight and sucked harder. Malik leaned in to kiss Simone deeply while Simone began to ride, slow and deep at first, then faster, her own cock bobbing and smearing precome across Gideon’s stomach.

“Look at us,” Julius said, voice husky as she watched. “Four of your favourite performers begging for your cock, taking turns, sharing you. This is what we wanted all night. Every time we looked at you from the stage we were thinking about this exact moment—your hands on us, your mouth on us, your dick stretching us open one after another until we’re dripping.”

Simone bounced harder, breasts swaying, head thrown back. Tamara pulled off Julius long enough to growl, “Don’t you dare come yet. We all need a turn. I want that cock next. I want you to bend me over the arm of this couch and fuck me while Malik sits on my face.”

Malik’s hand tightened on Gideon’s. “And after that I want you to fuck my throat while Julius rides your face. We’ve got all night. The doors are locked. No one is coming. We’re yours for as long as you can handle us, and we want every second of it.”

Gideon thrust up hard into Simone, gripping her hips, feeling the four of them closing in—mouths, hands, cocks, breasts, the wet slide of bodies eager and open and completely willing. The tension coiled tighter with every moan, every filthy promise, every shift of limbs that brought another pair of lips or another hard cock against his skin. They were nowhere near finished. The night had only just opened its legs.

Simone rode him harder, her tight heat gripping every inch as she ground down with deliberate rolls of her hips. Precome smeared sticky trails across Gideon’s stomach from her bobbing cock. Tamara pulled off Julius’s thick shaft with a wet pop and crawled up beside them on the velvet couch, eyes dark with need.

“My turn,” Tamara said, voice rough. “I want you bending me over right now. Malik, get up here so I can suck that beautiful cock while he fucks me.”

Simone lifted off with a reluctant moan, Gideon’s slick length sliding free. She immediately turned to Julius, pushing the golden-haired performer down onto the wide cushions. “Ride me reverse while they go. I want to watch every second and feel you stretching me.”

Julius grinned, positioning herself over Simone’s waiting cock. She sank down reverse-cowgirl in one smooth glide, her own heavy shaft jutting up as Simone’s thickness buried deep in her ass. “Fuck, yes—fill me. Harder.” Julius bounced, breasts swaying, while Simone thrust up to meet her, both women moaning openly.

Tamara scrambled onto all fours on the couch, ass high, heels still on. She looked back over her shoulder at Gideon, bronze skin gleaming. “Come on. I’ve been leaking for this all night. Pound me. Don’t hold back.”

Malik knelt in front of Tamara, feeding her thick, dark cock between Tamara’s parted lips. Tamara took it greedily, sucking deep, cheeks hollowing as she moaned around the length. Gideon moved behind her, gripping her hips. He lined up and pushed into her tight ass in one steady thrust, the heat and slick grip making him groan. Tamara pushed back immediately, taking him to the root.

“Harder,” she demanded around Malik’s cock, the word muffled but clear. “Deeper. Fuck me like you mean it.”

Gideon fucked her doggy-style with long, powerful strokes, the wet slap of skin filling the lounge. Tamara’s full breasts swayed beneath her as she sucked Malik harder, one hand cupping Malik’s smooth balls. Malik stroked Tamara’s hair and thrust gently into her throat. “That’s it—take it all. Your mouth feels so fucking good while he’s stretching that tight ass.”

Beside them, Simone fucked up into Julius with increasing force. Julius rode reverse-cowgirl hard, her golden hair cascading down her back, one hand stroking her own cock in time with the thrusts. “Look at them,” Julius panted. “Gideon burying himself in Tamara while she swallows Malik. Don’t stop—give it to me deeper.”

Simone reached around and stroked Julius’s leaking shaft, smearing the clear fluid down the veined length. Their bodies slapped together wetly. “I want every inch. Harder. Make me feel it tomorrow.”

The four performers shifted fluidly, never losing contact. Tamara pulled off Malik long enough to twist and kiss her deeply, tongues sliding, tasting each other’s spit and precome. Then she turned back and sucked Malik down again while Gideon kept pounding her from behind, his cock dragging out almost fully before slamming home. Tamara’s own heavy cock swung between her thighs, dripping steadily onto the velvet.

Gideon’s hands dug into Tamara’s hips. Every thrust was met with her eager push-back, her moans vibrating around Malik’s shaft. “You feel perfect,” he growled. “So tight. Taking every inch like you were made for it.”

“Because I want it,” Tamara gasped between sucks. “All of us want it. Use us. Fuck us all.”

After long minutes of relentless doggy fucking, they rearranged without breaking the hungry rhythm. Gideon pulled free of Tamara with a wet sound. She immediately turned and kissed him hard, then guided Malik down onto her back. “Your turn in her, Gideon. I want to watch you wreck that pretty ass while I fuck her throat.”

Malik spread her legs and pulled her knees back, white lace stockings still framing her thighs. “Please. I’ve been aching for it. Stretch me open. Hard.”

Gideon positioned himself and sank into Malik’s tight heat in one smooth thrust. Malik cried out in pure pleasure, cock jerking against her stomach. Tamara straddled Malik’s face and fed her own thick bronze cock between Malik’s lips. Malik sucked greedily, moaning around the length while Gideon fucked her deep and steady.

Simone and Julius stayed locked together beside them. Julius lifted off briefly, turned, and sank back down facing Simone so they could kiss while fucking. Their cocks rubbed together between their stomachs as Simone thrust up hard. “Deeper,” Julius demanded against Simone’s mouth. “I need it. Don’t you dare slow down.”

They rotated again in a seamless daisy-chain of want. Gideon pulled out of Malik and moved to Simone, who had rolled onto her side. He pushed into her from behind while she continued to suck Julius’s cock. Julius knelt so Simone could take her deep, while Tamara crawled between Julius’s legs and licked and sucked Julius’s heavy balls, then took Julius’s shaft into her mouth alongside Simone’s lips. The two women shared Julius’s cock in messy, wet kisses, tongues sliding over the head and each other.

“Harder,” Simone moaned around the shared cock. “Fuck my ass deeper, Gideon. Fill me.”

Gideon gave her exactly that—long, powerful strokes that made her breasts bounce and her own cock leak steadily onto the couch. Malik pressed in close and wrapped her hand around Simone’s shaft, stroking in time with Gideon’s thrusts. Then Malik leaned down and took Simone’s cock into her mouth, sucking while Gideon fucked Simone’s ass.

Julius pulled free of the two mouths and guided Tamara onto her back. Julius straddled her reverse again, sinking down onto Tamara’s thick cock with a broken moan. “Yes—use me. Pound up into me while I watch Gideon take turns with all of us.”

Tamara thrust up hard, hands on Julius’s hips. “Ride me. Take every inch. I want to feel you come around me later.”

Gideon withdrew from Simone and immediately sank into Julius’s already-stretched ass from behind while she rode Tamara. The double penetration made Julius shout in pleasure. “Fuck—both of you. Harder. Deeper. Don’t stop.”

Simone and Malik tangled together on the cushions, fucking each other with hands and mouths. Simone straddled Malik’s face and lowered her cock into Malik’s eager throat while leaning forward to suck Malik deep in return. They sixty-nined hungrily, hips rocking, saliva and precome mixing as they moaned around each other.

The rotating chain continued without pause. Gideon took each of them in turn—Tamara’s tight bronze ass again, then Malik’s elegant heat, then Simone’s freckled grip, then Julius’s statuesque depths—pounding with the force they demanded. Between his thrusts the four women fucked and sucked one another relentlessly: cocks sliding into mouths and asses, hands stroking, breasts pressed together, bodies gleaming with sweat under the amber lights.

“Harder,” Malik cried as Gideon slammed into her once more. “Deeper. I want to feel you in my stomach.”

Tamara kissed her cum-smeared lips after pulling off Simone’s cock, the kiss wet and filthy, tasting of salt and heat. “Share him. All of us. Make him fill every one of these tight holes.”

Simone pushed back onto Gideon’s next thrust with a loud moan. “Yes—use that cock. Pound me. I need it so fucking deep.”

Julius reached across and stroked Simone’s cock while kissing her, tongues tangled, their moans feeding each other. “Look how wet we all are for him. How hard. We’re not stopping until every one of us has taken everything he has.”

Gideon moved from one eager ass to the next in continuous rotation, the daisy-chain unbroken. When he fucked Tamara doggy again she sucked Malik deep. When he buried himself in Malik, Simone and Julius sixty-nined beside them, then switched so Julius could fuck Simone’s mouth while Simone stroked Julius’s balls. Hands and mouths and cocks stayed constantly connected—passionate, demanding, loud.

“Deeper,” they chorused in overlapping cries. “Harder. Don’t you fucking stop. Give us more.”

Cum-smeared kisses passed from mouth to mouth: Tamara tasting Malik’s precome on Simone’s lips, Julius licking Gideon’s shaft clean between thrusts before feeding her own cock back into someone’s waiting throat. The velvet couch creaked under the weight of five bodies moving in hungry sync. Perfume and sweat and the sharp clean scent of aroused flesh filled the air.

Gideon’s own control frayed under the onslaught of tight heat and desperate demands, but he held on, driving into each of them exactly as they begged. Simone rode Julius reverse again for a stretch while Gideon took Tamara and Malik in rapid succession. Then the chain shifted once more—Malik on all fours sucking Julius while Gideon pounded Malik, Tamara fucking Simone’s throat, everyone loud and open and completely lost in the shared heat.

The night stretched ahead of them, the locked doors holding the world out. Every thrust, every suck, every filthy kiss only wound the need tighter. They showed no sign of slowing. Gideon’s cock stayed rock-hard as he rotated through their eager asses again, the four performers writhing and demanding and giving everything back with equal hunger. The velvet lounge had become a single tangled mass of limbs and wet sounds and raw want, and none of them were close to finished.

Gideon slammed back into Malik’s slick heat with a raw grunt, her tight walls clutching him as she pushed onto every inch. Malik’s dark eyes locked on his over her shoulder, white lace still framing those long thighs. “Deeper—fuck, yes, wreck me. I want your cock splitting me open until I can’t sit tomorrow.” He gripped her hips and drove harder, the wet slap echoing off the lounge walls while Tamara straddled Malik’s face and fed her bronze cock straight down Malik’s throat. Malik choked wetly around the length, sucking with desperate pulls, spit running down her chin as Tamara fucked her mouth in short, deep strokes.

“That’s it, take it,” Tamara growled, hips rolling. “Suck me while he pounds that pretty ass. We’re all gonna flood this couch.” Simone crawled in close, freckled body gleaming, and wrapped her fingers around Malik’s heavy cock, stroking fast in time with Gideon’s thrusts. Clear fluid smeared her palm. She leaned down and licked a long stripe up the shaft before taking the head between her lips, moaning around it. Julius knelt behind Simone, golden hair sticking to her sweat-slick shoulders, and pushed her own thick cock into Simone’s waiting ass in one smooth shove. Simone cried out around Malik’s dick, the sound muffled and hungry.

“Harder, Julius—stretch me,” Simone demanded after pulling off with a wet pop. “I need every fucking inch while I suck her dry.” Julius obliged, slamming deep, her balls slapping Simone’s as she reached around to pinch Simone’s nipples hard. The five of them locked into a new chain of pure need: Gideon fucking Malik doggy while Tamara used Malik’s throat, Simone sucking Malik’s cock and taking Julius from behind. Hands everywhere—stroking shafts, cupping balls, spreading cheeks wider. Precome dripped in sticky strings onto the velvet. Gideon’s cock throbbed inside Malik’s clenching heat; he could feel her starting to shake.

“I’m close,” Malik gasped around Tamara’s cock, voice thick. “Don’t you fucking stop. Fill me. I want it hot and deep.” Gideon angled up and pounded her prostate without mercy. Malik’s whole body seized. She came hard, thick ropes of cum shooting across Simone’s tongue and face as Simone kept sucking and stroking through it. Malik’s ass fluttered wildly around Gideon’s shaft, milking him, but he pulled free just before he tipped over, cock glistening and rigid.

They shifted instantly, all of them still hard, still leaking, still begging. Tamara dropped onto her back, legs spread wide in the air, heels still hooked on. “My turn to get filled. Pound this ass, Gideon. Simone, sit on my face—I want to taste that freckled cock while he wrecks me.” Simone straddled Tamara’s mouth at once, feeding her thick pale shaft between those full lips. Tamara sucked deep, moaning as Gideon lined up and buried himself to the root in one thrust. The tight bronze grip made his vision spark. He fucked her with long, punishing strokes, watching her breasts bounce and her own heavy cock slap against her stomach.

Julius moved behind Gideon, pressing her golden body flush against his back, her hard cock sliding hot between his cheeks while she reached around to stroke his balls. “Look at her take you. We’re all so fucking wet for this. Malik, get under and suck Tamara while she gets railed.” Malik slid beneath, still breathless from her own orgasm, and swallowed Tamara’s dripping cock to the base. The wet sounds doubled—Tamara gagging happily on Simone, Malik gagging on Tamara. Julius spit into her palm, slicked her own shaft, and nudged the head against Gideon’s hole. “You said yes to all of us. Let me in while you fuck her. I want to feel you tighten every time you slam home.”

Gideon pushed back onto her, taking Julius’s thick length in a slow burn that turned to white-hot pleasure. Julius bottomed out and started thrusting in counterpoint—when Gideon drove into Tamara, Julius drove into him. The dual sensation tore a groan from his throat. Simone ground down harder on Tamara’s face, her own cock sliding deep into that eager throat. “Suck it. I’m gonna paint your tongue. All of us are gonna mark each other.” Malik’s free hand worked her own still-hard cock, already building again, while she deep-throated Tamara.

The pace turned savage. Gideon hammered Tamara’s ass, Julius hammered his, Simone fucked Tamara’s mouth, Malik sucked and stroked. Sweat flew. The amber lights caught every glistening muscle, every vein standing out on four throbbing cocks, every bead of precome stretching between skin. Tamara came first this round, cock pulsing hard down Malik’s throat, flooding her mouth with thick pulses that Malik swallowed greedily before pulling off to kiss the overflow onto Simone’s swinging balls. Simone followed seconds later, hips jerking as she flooded Tamara’s mouth and chin, cum spilling down Tamara’s neck onto her breasts.

Gideon felt his own orgasm coiling tight. He pulled out of Tamara, turned, and pushed Julius down onto her back. “Ride me reverse while the others clean us up. I want to watch that golden cock bounce.” Julius sank onto his cock facing away, taking him deep in her already-used ass, then bounced hard, her thick shaft slapping her stomach. Simone and Malik dropped between their legs at once—Simone sucking Julius’s cock while Malik licked the stretch where Gideon’s shaft disappeared into Julius. Tamara recovered enough to straddle Julius’s face, feeding her cum-smeared cock back into Julius’s mouth. Julius sucked and rode like she was starving for it.

“Come in me,” Julius demanded around Tamara’s shaft. “Fill my ass. I want it dripping out while they lick it.” Gideon gripped her hips and thrust up hard, balls tight. Malik’s tongue kept lapping at the junction, Simone’s mouth wet and hot on Julius’s cock. The pressure snapped. Gideon came with a shout, pumping thick ropes deep into Julius’s clenching heat, pulse after pulse until it leaked out around his shaft. Malik licked it up immediately, tongue swirling over his balls and the messy rim. Julius came at the same time, cock erupting across Simone’s face and tongue in long white jets. Simone swallowed what she could and shared the rest in a filthy open-mouthed kiss with Malik.

They didn’t stop. Bodies rearranged again in a final frantic tangle. Gideon ended up on his back on the wide lounge chairs pushed together into one oversized nest of velvet. Tamara straddled his face, lowering her heavy bronze cock and balls onto his mouth so he could suck and lick while she stroked herself. Simone sank onto his still-hard cock, taking him reverse in her ass and riding hard, freckled cheeks spreading. Malik straddled his chest, feeding her dark cock between his lips alongside Tamara’s so he could taste both. Julius knelt over his hand, fucking into his fist while leaning forward to suck Simone’s bobbing cock.

“Harder—use that mouth,” Tamara ordered, grinding down. “I want to come down your throat.” Simone bounced faster, reaching back to spread herself wider. “Feel how I milk you. We’re not done until every hole is full and dripping.” Malik thrust gently past his lips. “Suck us both. Taste how much we wanted this all night.” Julius fucked his fist and sucked Simone with wet, sloppy sounds. Gideon’s tongue worked overtime, licking shafts and slits and balls, swallowing the fresh precome that kept leaking. His cock stayed buried in Simone’s gripping heat as she rode him toward another peak.

Simone came again first, cock jerking in Julius’s mouth, painting her tongue and lips. The clench of her ass pulled another orgasm from Gideon; he flooded her deep a second time, hot pulses that overflowed and ran down his shaft. Tamara followed, hips locking as she shot thick cum across his tongue and face. Malik pulled free just enough to stroke herself over his open mouth and join her, ropes landing on his lips and chin so the two loads mixed. Julius last, fucking his fist faster until she erupted across Simone’s bouncing ass and the sticky mess already covering Gideon’s cock and balls.

They kept moving through the aftershocks—slow rolls of hips, lazy sucks, tongues cleaning every drop of cum from skin and velvet. Mouths found mouths in wet, open kisses that tasted of salt and sweat and each other. Cocks softened only slightly, still half-hard and sensitive as fingers trailed over them. Finally the strength left their limbs all at once. Spent and glistening with sweat, the five of them collapsed into a satisfied pile on the oversized lounge chairs, limbs tangled, chests heaving. Tamara’s head rested on Gideon’s shoulder, Simone’s freckled thigh draped over Malik’s hip, Julius’s golden hair spilled across all of them. They shared slow, tender kisses—lips brushing lips, tongues tasting the shared mess—breathing the same thick air.

“Next Friday,” Simone murmured against Gideon’s mouth. “Same lock on the door. We want this again. Every favourite position.”

Malik kissed the corner of Tamara’s smile. “All four of us and you. After-hours. We’ll be dripping for it the whole set.”

Julius nuzzled in, voice low. “Promise. We’re already thinking about the next time you stretch every one of these asses until we’re leaking down our thighs.”

Gideon’s hand stroked lazily over the nearest hard curve of cock and breast. They all hummed agreement into another round of lazy, cum-flavoured kisses, bodies still locked together in the amber glow, the bass a distant memory under the locked doors of Velvet Veil.

Tamara reached down, wrapped her fingers around Gideon’s sticky half-hard cock, and smeared the mixed loads over the head with a filthy little twist. “And next time I want you to fuck the cum back into me after Julius fills me first—make me drip both of you down my legs while I suck the other two dry.”