Soroity president: secret desires

Jennifer stepped into the dimly lit foyer of the frat house, the air thick with the sweet, sticky scent of spilled beer and pumpkin spice fog from the Halloween decorations. Pulsing strobe lights painted the walls in erratic flashes of orange and black, casting eerie shadows over the crowd of costumed revelers. Her angel wings, delicate white feathers attached to a harness that accentuated her curves, rustled softly as she moved, drawing immediate glances from the throng of partygoers. The white lingerie she wore clung to her athletic frame like a second skin— the sheer fabric highlighting the swell of her 38F breasts, the dip of her hourglass waist, and the generous curve of her large ass. At 23, Jennifer exuded confidence, her long platinum blonde hair cascading over her shoulders in silky waves, a fake halo perched atop her head like a ironic crown. She could feel the bass thumping through the floorboards, vibrating up her legs as she weaved through the bodies, the heat of the room wrapping around her like a warm embrace. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and determination; this party was her ticket to securing a co-sponsor for her sorority's spring event, and she wasn't leaving without it. The dance floor was a chaotic swirl of grinding hips and laughter, bodies pressed together in a haze of alcohol-fueled abandon. Jennifer grabbed a red cup from a nearby table, the cheap beer fizzing on her tongue as she took a long sip, feeling the liquid warmth spread through her veins and loosen the edges of her focus. She moved onto the floor, her bare feet sinking into the sticky carpet, the rhythm of the music pulling her in like a siren’s call. Her hips swayed instinctively, the lingerie riding up slightly with each twist, drawing appreciative stares from the guys around her. She let herself get lost in the beat, her arms raising above her head as she danced, the soft glow of the strobe lights playing off her smooth, tanned skin. It felt good to let go, to feel the pulse of the crowd and the buzz of the alcohol heightening her senses—the bass reverberating in her chest, the brush of fabric against her sensitive nipples, the faint sweat in the air mingling with cologne. But amidst the chaos, her eyes locked onto him across the room: the frat president, Ethan, dressed as a devil with horns and a tailored red shirt that hugged his broad shoulders. Ethan was impossible to miss, his tall, athletic build cutting through the crowd like a predator in his domain. His dark hair was tousled just right, and as their eyes met, a sly grin spread across his face, revealing a flash of straight teeth. Jennifer felt a spark of attraction ignite within her, a familiar heat pooling low in her belly as she sauntered toward him, her wings fluttering with each step. Without a word, she slid up against him, her body aligning with his as they fell into the rhythm of the music. Her hands rested on his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt, and she pressed closer, grinding her hips against his in a deliberate, teasing motion. The friction was electric; she could feel his cock hardening against her thigh, the bulge growing insistent through his pants, and it sent a thrill through her core. Jennifer wasn't shy about her desires—she knew exactly what she was doing, using the chemistry between them to her advantage, her large breasts brushing against his torso with every sway. The scent of his cologne, a mix of spice and masculinity, filled her nostrils, making her pulse quicken as she leaned in, whispering in his ear over the music, "I've got a proposition for you." As they danced, the world around them blurred into a distant roar, their bodies moving in perfect sync, the heat between them building like a storm. Ethan's hands settled on her hips, guiding her movements, and Jennifer felt a rush of empowerment mixed with raw lust—she was in control, using her allure to pave the way for her ambitions. The feel of his erection pressing harder against her sent a shiver down her spine, her pussy tingling with anticipation as she ground back, the thin fabric of her lingerie doing little to mask the sensation. "You're full of surprises," he murmured, his breath hot against her neck, his voice laced with desire that mirrored her own. Seizing the moment, she pulled back just enough to lock eyes with him, her voice steady despite the arousal coursing through her. "My sorority needs a co-sponsor for our spring event. Think your frat could help?" She emphasized her words with another slow grind, feeling his cock twitch in response, the intimate pressure making her nipples harden into peaks. Ethan chuckled, his gaze darkening with intent, the air between them charged with unspoken promises. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke, "We'd be happy to, but everything has a price." Jennifer's heart skipped, a mix of excitement and curiosity flooding her veins; she was no stranger to negotiations like this, and the thrill of it only fueled her desire. "Sure, anything," she replied without hesitation, her voice husky, her body still pressed against his, the wetness building between her thighs at the thought of what "anything" might entail. Ethan's grin widened, and he took her hand, leading her through the crowd toward the stairs. The basement door loomed ahead, the muffled thump of the music fading as they descended into the cooler, dimly lit space below. The air grew heavier, scented with a faint musk and the promise of privacy, and Jennifer's mind raced with possibilities, her skin prickling with anticipation. She followed him willingly, her wings trailing behind her, the halo above her head a stark contrast to the wicked path they were on, her body already humming with the electric tension of what was to come. As they descended the basement stairs, the cool air enveloped Jennifer like a lover's whisper, contrasting sharply with the overheated chaos above. The thump of the music faded to a distant heartbeat, replaced by the faint echo of their footsteps on the concrete steps. Ethan's hand remained firm around hers, guiding her down into the dim glow of string lights that lined the walls, casting long shadows that danced like specters. Her angel wings brushed against the narrow walls, feathers catching on the rough surface, and she felt a thrill of vulnerability mixed with illicit excitement. The scent of leather and polished wood grew stronger with each step, mingling with something muskier, more primal, that made her pulse quicken and her skin flush. Jennifer's mind whirled with the possibilities Ethan had hinted at, her body already responding in ways she couldn't ignore—the dampness between her thighs a secret betrayal of her composure. At the bottom of the stairs, Ethan turned down a short, dimly lit hallway, his grip tightening slightly as if sensing her hesitation. He paused at a heavy door, its surface scarred with faint scratches, and pushed it open with a creak that echoed through the space. The room beyond unfolded like a forbidden fantasy, bathed in the soft red hue of wall-mounted lamps that highlighted an array of items suspended on hooks and shelves. Whips, cuffs, and harnesses dangled alongside vibrators and restraints, their surfaces gleaming with a promise of pleasure and pain. A large wooden table dominated the center, its edges worn smooth from use, flanked by a St. Andrew's cross in one corner and a rack of silk ropes in another. Jennifer's breath caught in her throat, a wave of nervousness crashing over her even as a surge of arousal flooded her senses. She could feel her pussy growing wetter, the slick heat building between her legs, her nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her lingerie. The sight was overwhelming, stirring a cocktail of fear and desire that made her heart race and her knees weaken, yet she couldn't tear her eyes away. Ethan stepped inside, releasing her hand as he moved to the wooden table and sat on its edge, his devil costume rumpled but still exuding an air of commanding confidence. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto hers, and she saw the hunger there, a mirror to the fire igniting within her. "This is our little sanctuary," he said, his voice low and gravelly, laced with a teasing edge that sent shivers down her spine. "The frat would be more than happy to sponsor your event, Jennifer. But like I said, everything has a price." He paused, letting the words hang in the air, his gaze traveling over her body—lingering on the curve of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the way her lingerie hugged her large ass. She shifted slightly, the movement making her wings rustle, and felt the evidence of her arousal, a warm trickle that heightened her awareness of every sensation. Jennifer's thoughts raced; she knew the stakes, the potential scandal if word got out, but the idea of surrendering to these attractive frat brothers, of exploring the depths of her desires, was intoxicating. There were worse ways to secure a deal, she reasoned—worse men, worse rooms. The ambition that drove her sorority plans warred with the raw need pulsing through her veins, and in that moment, the decision crystallized. With a slow nod, Jennifer met his gaze steadily, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "Alright, Ethan. I'll do it—spend the night here, let you and the guys do whatever you want." The words slipped out, charged with a mix of defiance and anticipation, and she felt a rush of empowerment in her vulnerability. His grin widened, predatory and approving, as he leaned back on the table, his erection straining against his pants in a way that made her mouth water. "Good choice," he murmured, his tone dripping with satisfaction. "But let's start with something simple. The first thing you have to do is tittyfuck me." The explicit command hung between them, blunt and electrifying, and Jennifer felt a fresh wave of heat pool in her core. Her breasts, heavy and full at 38F, seemed to ache under his gaze, her nipples pebbling further as she processed his words. It wasn't a request she was unfamiliar with; she'd used her body as a tool before, reveling in the power it gave her, and now, in this dimly lit room, the idea of wrapping her curves around him ignited a fierce hunger. She began to move toward him slowly, deliberately, her hips swaying in a teasing rhythm that echoed the dance floor upstairs. The air between them crackled with tension, the faint scent of his cologne—spicy and masculine—mingling with the leather around them, heightening her senses. Jennifer's long platinum blonde hair swayed with each step, her fake halo tilting slightly as if mocking her angelic facade. As she closed the distance, she reached up to the straps of her lingerie, toying with them for a moment before letting the top slip down, exposing her breasts fully to the cool air. They bounced slightly with her movement, the soft flesh firm and inviting, her pink nipples standing erect. Ethan's eyes darkened, his breath quickening as she approached, and she could see the bulge in his pants throbbing with need. Positioning herself between his legs, she placed her hands on his thighs, feeling the heat of his skin through the fabric, and leaned in closer. The anticipation built like a storm, her pussy clenching with every heartbeat, wet and ready. She pressed her breasts against his crotch, the soft mounds enveloping his hard cock through his pants, and began to rub slowly, teasingly, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through her own body. The emotional thrill of the moment—of bargaining her desires for her ambitions—amplified the physical ecstasy, making her feel alive, desired, and utterly in control of the chaos she was unleashing. As she worked her way up, her fingers deftly unfastened his pants, freeing his thick cock with a sense of triumph. It sprang forth, rigid and veined, the head glistening with pre-cum that she eyed hungrily. Jennifer positioned herself more firmly, her breasts enveloping his shaft completely, the warm flesh squeezing around him as she began to move in earnest. The sensation was intoxicating—the way his cock slid between her cleavage, the slickness of his arousal mixing with her own sweat, creating a delicious glide that made her moan softly. Ethan's hands gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles whitening, and she could feel his restraint fraying, his hips bucking slightly to meet her rhythm. The room seemed to pulse around them, the shadows on the walls mirroring their intimate dance, and Jennifer lost herself in the raw connection, her body humming with the promise of what was to come. Each thrust against her breasts sent waves of pleasure radiating through her, her pussy aching for more, the emotional high of their bargain fueling her every movement. Jennifer's rhythm intensified, her breasts squeezing tighter around Ethan's throbbing cock as she rocked her body up and down, the velvety skin of her 38F tits gliding smoothly over his rigid shaft. Each downward press enveloped him completely, the head of his dick poking out from between her cleavage like a beacon of raw lust, slick with a mix of her sweat and his pre-cum that made every movement squelch audibly in the dim red light. She could feel the heat radiating from his length, the veins pulsing against her soft flesh, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her aching pussy, which clenched involuntarily with every thrust. Her long platinum blonde hair fell forward, brushing against his thighs, and the fake halo on her head wobbled precariously, a ridiculous contrast to the filthy act unfolding. Ethan's breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving under his devil costume, and without warning, his hands shot out, rough fingers clamping down on her erect nipples. He pinched and twisted them hard, the sudden pain mixing with ecstasy as he rolled the sensitive buds between his thumb and forefinger, pulling them slightly to make her arch her back. Jennifer let out a guttural moan, the sound echoing off the walls of the sex-laden room, her voice laced with a desperate need that vibrated through her core, making her pussy drip even more onto the cold floor beneath her. The pressure on her nipples fueled her movements, her tits bouncing with increased fervor as she ground against him, the friction building to an unbearable peak. "Fuck, yeah, just like that," Ethan grunted, his voice deep and animalistic, his hips bucking upward to meet her rhythm, driving his cock deeper into the warm valley of her breasts. She could feel him swelling even larger between her mounds, the head of his dick turning a deep, angry red, leaking more pre-cum that smeared across her skin like hot wax. Jennifer leaned in closer, her breath hot against his balls, and spat directly onto his shaft, a thick glob of saliva landing perfectly on the base and trickling down to lubricate the slide even further. The wet sound grew louder, a sloppy, squishing noise that filled the air, mingling with the scent of their arousal—his musky sweat and her sweet, feminine heat. "Oh God, that's so fucking hot," Ethan growled, his grip on her nipples tightening painfully, making her whimper and push her tits harder against him. Her own body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation, her pussy throbbing and soaking through her white panties, the fabric clinging to her swollen lips like a second skin, transparent and useless against the flood of her juices. As Ethan's grunts turned into primal roars, Jennifer sensed the inevitable explosion building in his balls, the way they drew up tight against his body, heavy and full. She didn't slow down, instead quickening her pace, her breasts slapping wetly against his thighs with each upward pull, the head of his cock brushing her chin and leaving a trail of pre-cum on her skin. "Come on, baby, give it to me," she whispered hoarsely, her voice thick with lust, the words spurring him over the edge. With a final, guttural shout, he erupted, his cock pulsing violently as rope after rope of thick, hot cum shot out, the first blast hitting her squarely in the face, splattering across her cheek and lips in a warm, sticky mess. She kept pumping her tits around him, milking every drop, as more cum sprayed over her breasts, coating the soft curves in a glistening layer that dripped down to her nipples, making them shine under the red lights. It was a massive load, far more than she'd expected, his balls emptying in powerful spurts that seemed endless, the pearly fluid pooling in the hollow of her cleavage and trickling down her stomach. "Holy shit, your cock is fucking huge," Jennifer breathed, licking her lips to taste the salty bitterness, her tongue darting out to catch a strand dangling from her mouth. "And you came so much—it's everywhere, like a goddamn flood." The words tumbled out in a haze of arousal, her body buzzing with the thrill of it, her pussy clenching emptily, desperate for attention as she felt the wetness between her legs turn her panties fully see-through, the fabric molded to her dripping folds. Still catching her breath, Jennifer wiped a hand across her cum-streaked face, smearing it further as she glanced around the room, her heart pounding from the intensity. "Is there a bathroom around here? I need to clean up a bit," she asked, her voice a mix of playful suggestion and genuine need, the stickiness on her skin making her hyper-aware of every movement. But Ethan didn't answer right away; instead, his eyes darkened with a sudden aggression that made her stomach flip. In a swift, dominant motion, he grabbed a fistful of her platinum blonde hair, yanking her up roughly by the roots, pain shooting through her scalp and mixing with the lingering pleasure. She gasped, her body arching involuntarily as he pulled her close, his breath hot against her ear. "You don't get to clean up yet, you little slut," he snarled, his voice low and commanding, laced with a cruelty that sent a shiver down her spine. "You're here to do whatever the fuck we say, and I like seeing you covered in my cum—like a proper whore. Now, bend over that table and show me that ass." His words hit her like a whip, crude and unyielding, but instead of resisting, Jennifer felt a rush of forbidden excitement, her pussy throbbing harder at the dominance in his tone. She obeyed without hesitation, turning toward the wooden table and placing her hands on its worn surface, her fingers digging into the smooth edge as she arched her back, pushing her large ass into the air. Ethan stepped behind her, his hands roaming over her curves with possessive force, sliding down her sides to grip her hips. "Look at you, so fucking wet already," he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery as he hooked a finger into the waistband of her white panties, pulling them taut against her soaked pussy. The fabric was utterly transparent now, clinging to her swollen lips and outlining every fold, a dark wet spot spreading across the crotch. "You're practically dripping down your thighs, you needy cunt," he continued, his other hand slipping between her legs to feel the evidence, his fingers brushing against the slick heat of her arousal. Jennifer moaned at the touch, her body trembling as he traced the edge of her panties, the light pressure making her clench and release more juices that trickled down. With a sudden, forceful tug, he yanked the panties down, the fabric sliding over her ass and bunching at her knees, exposing her completely. Her pussy was a sight—puffy and glistening, the lips parted slightly from her excitement, a string of clear fluid connecting to the discarded underwear. Ethan let out a low chuckle, his fingers delving into her folds, feeling the wetness coat his skin as he spread her open, the cool air hitting her most sensitive spots and making her shiver. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be our little plaything," he murmured, his voice rough with desire, as he positioned himself behind her, his still semi-hard cock brushing against her ass, the promise of more to come hanging heavy in the charged air. Ethan's semi-hard cock pressed firmly against the curve of Jennifer's exposed ass, the heat of his shaft searing into her skin like a brand, as he ground himself slowly against her slick folds from behind. She could feel every inch of him awakening again, the thick vein along the underside pulsing to life as it slid up and down her drenched pussy lips, coating his length in her overflowing juices. Her body trembled under the weight of his dominance, her large ass cheeks quivering with anticipation, the cool air of the room contrasting sharply with the fiery wetness between her thighs. "Please, Ethan, I need it inside me," she whimpered, her voice cracking with raw desperation, the words spilling out in a husky whisper that echoed off the wooden table. His hands gripped her hips tighter, fingers digging into the soft flesh, leaving red marks that would bruise later, as he teased her entrance with the swollen head of his dick, not quite pushing in yet—just rubbing it back and forth, the ridged tip catching on her engorged clit with each pass, sending jolts of electric pleasure straight to her core. Jennifer's pussy clenched around nothing, her inner walls contracting hungrily, more slick fluid dripping down her thighs in thick, glistening strands that pooled on the floor beneath her, the musky scent of her arousal mingling with the faint tang of his earlier cum still smeared across her skin. With a low, predatory growl, Ethan finally aligned himself, the broad head of his cock pressing insistently against her tight entrance, stretching her open inch by agonizing inch as he slowly thrust forward. Jennifer's breath hitched in her throat, a guttural moan escaping her lips as she felt the initial resistance give way, his thick shaft forcing her pussy to accommodate its girth, the walls of her cunt clamping down around him like a vice. "Oh fuck, you're so tight, you greedy little slut," he snarled, his voice laced with cruel satisfaction, as he pushed deeper, the veins on his dick throbbing against her sensitive inner flesh, every ridge and curve of him filling her completely. She could feel the stretch burning in the most delicious way, her pussy stretching wide to take him, the slick heat of her juices easing his entry but not diminishing the intense fullness that made her see stars. Her breasts, still sticky with his cum, pressed flat against the cold table, her nipples hardening into painful peaks from the chill and the friction, while her ass jiggled with each shallow pump of his hips. Ethan's balls swung forward, slapping lightly against her clit with every inward thrust, the heavy weight of them adding to the overwhelming sensations that coursed through her body, making her toes curl and her fingers claw at the table's edge. As he established a rhythm, Ethan pulled back slowly, only to slam back in with a forceful drive that made Jennifer's whole body jolt forward, the sound of their bodies colliding—a wet, squelching slap—filling the room like a obscene symphony. Her pussy gripped him tightly, the inner muscles rippling along his length, milking him with every withdrawal and clenching harder on each re-entry, the friction building a fire deep inside her that threatened to consume her entirely. "Take it, you fucking whore, take every inch of my big cock," he taunted, his breath hot against her ear as he leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, the devil horns on his costume digging into her shoulder blades. Jennifer's moans turned into ragged cries, each one louder than the last, as the head of his dick hit that sweet spot deep inside her, pounding against her G-spot with relentless precision, waves of pleasure radiating outward from her core to her fingertips. Sweat beaded on her skin, mixing with the remnants of his cum on her breasts and trickling down her sides, the salty tang filling her nostrils as she panted for air. Her long platinum blonde hair stuck to her face in damp strands, the fake halo now askew and forgotten, a mocking symbol of her so-called innocence shattered by the raw, animalistic fucking she was enduring—and loving. The pace quickened gradually, Ethan's thrusts growing more powerful, his hips snapping forward with a brutal force that made her ass cheeks ripple and her pussy squelch even louder, the wet sounds of his cock plunging in and out of her echoing like a lewd chorus. Jennifer could feel every detail of him inside her—the way his shaft thickened at the base, stretching her to her limits, the hot pulse of his veins rubbing against her swollen walls, the way his balls smacked rhythmically against her clit, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her body. "God, yes, fuck me harder, you bastard," she begged, her voice breaking into a series of high-pitched whines as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak, her body arching back to meet his movements, desperate for more depth, more intensity. Ethan's hands roamed possessively over her, one sliding up to grab a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back so he could whisper filthy promises into her ear. "I'm gonna ruin this tight cunt of yours, make you cum so hard you forget your own name," he growled, his words dripping with dominance that only fueled her arousal, her pussy flooding even more around him, the excess juices squirting out with each thrust and trickling down to coat his balls. But Ethan wasn't done tormenting her; he slowed his rhythm suddenly, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in with agonizing deliberation, each stroke deliberate and teasing, making her whimper in frustration. Jennifer's body was a live wire, every nerve ending alight with the throbbing fullness of his cock buried deep inside her, the angle of his penetration hitting spots she didn't even know existed, stretching her in ways that made her feel utterly owned. Her breaths came in short, gasping bursts, interspersed with moans that grew louder and more desperate, the sound of her voice blending with the wet, rhythmic slaps of their bodies to create an erotic cacophony. She could feel the pressure building inexorably, her pussy clenching around him in rhythmic spasms, the edges of an orgasm teasing at the periphery of her consciousness, but Ethan held back, controlling the pace with expert cruelty, drawing out the torment to heighten every sensation. "Not yet, you don't get to cum until I say so," he murmured, his tone mocking and commanding, as he ground his hips in slow circles, his cock swirling inside her, the head rubbing against her inner walls with torturous precision. Jennifer's mind raced with a mix of frustration and ecstasy, her ambition and drive translating into this raw sexual hunger, her body surrendering completely to the dominance that made her feel more alive than ever. Ethan's deliberate grinding slowed to a torturous halt, his cock still buried deep inside Jennifer's pulsating cunt, the swollen head pressing firmly against that sensitive cluster of nerves that made her vision blur with unsated need. But instead of the release she craved, he pulled back with a sudden, cruel withdrawal, his thick shaft sliding out of her inch by inch, the ridges and veins dragging along her stretched inner walls in a way that left her gasping, her pussy clenching futilely around the emptiness. A flood of their mingled fluids followed—her slick juices and his earlier cum—dripping from her gaping entrance in thick, sticky strands that coated her inner thighs and pooled on the table beneath her. Jennifer let out a strangled whimper, her body still trembling from the edge of oblivion, as Ethan released his grip on her hips and seized her wrists with rough, unyielding hands. He yanked them behind her back, the sudden movement arching her spine and pressing her cum-smeared breasts even harder against the cold, wooden surface of the table. The sticky residue from their earlier frenzy clung to her skin, a tacky layer that made her nipples ache as they rubbed against the grain, the air thick with the musky scent of sex that filled her nostrils and heightened her desperation. With a quick, practiced motion, Ethan bound her wrists together using what felt like a strip of cloth—perhaps from his costume or something nearby—tying it tight enough to restrict her movements without cutting off circulation, the knots digging into her flesh just enough to remind her of his control. Her face remained smashed against the table, the fake halo from her angel outfit now completely dislodged and lying forgotten on the floor, her long platinum blonde hair a tangled mess around her features, strands sticking to the drying cum on her cheeks and lips. The position forced her ass up higher, her large, round cheeks jiggling slightly as she instinctively wiggled them in the air, the movement a silent, enticing plea for more. Her pussy throbbed openly, still dripping wet, the cool room air brushing against her exposed folds and making her shiver, every nerve ending alive with unfulfilled hunger. "Please, Ethan," she begged, her voice a ragged whisper laced with raw need, her words muffled slightly by the table but no less fervent. "Let me cum, I need it so bad—I'm fucking aching for it." The desperation in her tone was palpable, her athletic body taut with tension, the curves of her hourglass figure on full display as she arched her back further, presenting her glistening cunt like an offering, the scent of her arousal growing stronger, a heady mix of sweetness and salt that hung in the air. Ethan chuckled lowly, a sound that was equal parts mocking and triumphant, his breath hot against the back of her neck as he leaned in closer. "Oh, no, you greedy slut," he growled, his voice dripping with dominance that sent a fresh wave of heat through her core. "You have to earn that privilege first. Can't just take what you want like some entitled little whore." His words were crude, laced with the kind of filthy edge that made her pussy clench again, more juices leaking out to trickle down her thighs in slow, viscous trails. He straightened up, his semi-hard cock—still slick and glistening with their combined mess—bobbing in the air as he stepped around the table, his bare feet padding softly on the floor. The room's dim light caught the sheen on his shaft, highlighting the thick veins that ran along its length, the head flushed a deep red and coated in a layer of her creamy wetness mixed with his pearly cum, the scent even more intense up close, a raw, primal aroma that made Jennifer's mouth water despite her frustration. Positioning himself in front of her, Ethan grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head up just enough to force her to look at his cock, now mere inches from her face. "Clean me up, you filthy bitch," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument, the words hitting her like a physical blow that only fueled her arousal. Her wrists strained against the bindings as she eagerly leaned forward, her lips parting instinctively, the taste of him already on her tongue from their earlier encounter. She started with a long, slow lick from the base of his shaft up to the tip, her tongue flat and wide as it dragged along the underside, collecting the salty-sweet mixture of his cum and her juices. The flavor exploded in her mouth—a tangy, musky blend that was overwhelmingly erotic, making her moan softly as she savored it, her bound hands twitching behind her back in futile desire to touch him. His cock was still hard, throbbing under her attention, the heat of it radiating against her face, and she could feel every detail as she worked: the prominent vein pulsing against her tongue, the way his skin stretched taut over the rigid length, the slight curve that made it press just right against her palate. As Jennifer continued her task, her licks growing more fervent, she swirled her tongue around the swollen head, lapping up the bead of precum that had gathered at the slit, the bitter-saltiness mixing with the rest to create an intoxicating cocktail. She took him deeper, her lips stretching around his girth as she sucked gently at first, then with increasing hunger, her head bobbing slowly to take more of him in, the wet sounds of her mouth working filling the room—sloppy, eager slurps that echoed off the walls. Her ass still wiggled in the air behind her, her pussy dripping steadily, the sensation of her own wetness cooling on her thighs a constant reminder of her unfulfilled need, making her whimper around his cock as she serviced him. Ethan groaned above her, his hand tightening in her hair, guiding her movements with a firm grip that added to the thrill, his hips thrusting lightly to meet her mouth, the tip of his dick hitting the back of her throat and making her gag slightly, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from the intensity. "That's it, lick it all off, you cock-hungry slut," he taunted, his voice rough with pleasure, the words spurring her on as she felt her own body respond, her cunt clenching rhythmically, desperate for release. Every stroke of her tongue against him built the tension higher, the act of submission only amplifying her desire, her mind a haze of lust and frustration that made her yearn for what came next. Ethan's cock twitched in her mouth as she worked, the taste of their shared fluids driving her wild, her breaths coming in hot, ragged bursts through her nose as she maintained her rhythm, feeling the weight of his balls brushing against her chin with each forward motion. She could sense his growing arousal, the way his shaft hardened even more under her attention, the veins bulging as she traced them with the tip of her tongue, cleaning every inch with meticulous care. Her own body was a furnace, her pussy throbbing with every heartbeat, the dripping wetness between her legs a testament to how close she was to the edge, yet still denied, the emotional whirlwind of power and vulnerability making her feel more alive than ever, her ambition channeled into this raw, sexual surrender. Jennifer's tongue pressed firmly against the underside of Ethan's cock, tracing the thick, pulsating vein that ran from his heavy balls all the way up to the swollen, purplish head, her mouth working with a feverish rhythm that made wet, slurping sounds echo through the dimly lit room. She could feel every inch of him throbbing on her tongue, the salty tang of their mixed fluids coating her lips and throat, a heady blend of his bitter cum and her own sweet, slick juices that made her gag slightly with each deep bob of her head. Her breaths came in short, desperate gasps through her nose, the air filled with the musky scent of sweat and sex that clung to them both, heightening her arousal as she fought against the bindings on her wrists, her fingers flexing uselessly behind her back. Ethan's fingers tightened in her tangled platinum blonde hair, guiding her motions with a possessive grip that sent jolts of pleasure-pain down her spine, her large breasts squished against the table's edge, nipples hardening into aching peaks from the friction. Ethan let out a low, guttural moan, his hips bucking involuntarily as her lips stretched around his girth, the suction of her mouth pulling at him in a way that made his balls draw up tight against his body. "Fuck, you dirty little slut," he growled, his voice rough and laced with dominance, "how bad do you want to cum? Tell me, you cock-hungry whore, while you're choking on my dick like the greedy bitch you are." His words hit her like a spark to dry tinder, igniting the fire in her core, and she responded instinctively, sucking harder, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, the head of his cock nudging the back of her throat with a gagging, wet pop that made tears sting her eyes. At the same time, she wiggled her ass higher in the air, her large, round cheeks quivering with the effort, the cool air brushing against her dripping pussy and making her inner thighs slick with fresh waves of arousal. She couldn't speak with his shaft filling her mouth, but her body answered for her—the way her cunt clenched and leaked, the desperate arch of her back, the muffled whimpers vibrating around his length all screamed her need, her athletic frame trembling as she pushed herself further into submission. Satisfied with her wordless plea, Ethan pulled back slightly, his cock still glistening with her saliva as he looked down at her with a smirk, the dim light catching the sheen on his skin. "Well, I think you've cleaned up my cock enough, you filthy angel," he said, his tone mocking yet laced with promise, and as he spoke, he raised his hand in a subtle signal, his fingers curling into a fist. Jennifer's eyes flicked up to meet his, her lips still wrapped around his throbbing shaft, unable to turn her head due to the bindings and the way her body was pinned. She heard the soft creak of the door opening behind her, a rush of cooler air brushing over her exposed ass and cunt, but she couldn't see who it was—the mystery only adding to the tension coiling in her gut. Her heart raced, a mix of anticipation and vulnerability flooding her senses, the scent of her own arousal growing thicker in the air, a sweet, tangy perfume that made her lightheaded. Suddenly, she felt it—a firm, insistent pressure at the entrance of her pussy, the broad head of another cock nudging against her soaked, swollen folds, stretching her just enough to make her gasp around Ethan's length. "Well, I think Brad can help you with that," Ethan murmured, his voice dripping with cruel satisfaction, and before she could process the words, Brad thrust forward, his massive cock plunging into her with a slow, deliberate force that made her eyes widen in shock. He was huge, even bigger than Ethan's—thick and unyielding, with a girth that stretched her inner walls to their limits, the veins along his shaft rubbing against her sensitive spots as he sank deeper, inch by agonizing inch. Jennifer's pussy clamped down around him instinctively, her body resisting at first before yielding to the overwhelming fullness, the stretch burning in the best way, a deep, throbbing ache that radiated through her core. Brad's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he held her steady, his first thrusts slow and measured, each one driving him deeper until she felt the slap of his heavy balls against her clit, the rhythm building with wet, squelching sounds that filled the room. It was all Jennifer could do to keep her focus on Ethan's cock as Brad began to fuck her in earnest, his massive length pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in, the angle hitting that perfect spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. Her mouth worked frantically on Ethan, her tongue swirling around his head while she sucked with renewed desperation, the taste of him mixing with the overwhelming sensations from behind—Brad's cock pounding into her with increasing force, each thrust stretching her cunt wide, the friction of his thick shaft against her slick walls sending jolts of pleasure up her spine. She moaned loudly around Ethan's dick, the vibrations making him groan and thrust deeper into her throat, her saliva dripping down his length as she gagged and slurped, tears streaming down her cheeks from the intensity. Brad's breathing was heavy behind her, his hips snapping forward with a steady, powerful rhythm that made her ass jiggle with every impact, the sound of skin slapping against skin mingling with her muffled cries and the lewd, wet noises of her pussy being filled. "Take it, you tight little cunt," Brad grunted, his voice deep and commanding, "feel that big dick splitting you open—bet you love it, don't you, slut?" His words pushed her closer to the edge, her body a live wire of sensation, every nerve alight with the dual assault, her bound hands straining as she fought to maintain control. Despite the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her, Jennifer's mind raced with a haze of lust and determination, her ambition fueling