(BONUS Chapter)
The suite was a haze of heat and sin, the air thick with the raw scent of sex—sweat, cum, and the sweet musk of three aroused women.
My load dripped from their faces in thick, white ropes—streaking Alessia’s bronze cheeks like war paint, clinging to Giulia’s full red lips, sliding down Francesca’s golden chin onto her perky tits. It glistened on their breasts too, mixing with sweat and saliva as they licked each other clean with hungry, eager tongues.
Alessia leaned into Giulia first, tongue lapping a strand from her mouth, sharing it in a deep, messy kiss—lips sliding, tongues tangling, moans vibrating between them.
Francesca joined eagerly, licking my cum from Alessia’s heavy tits, sucking a dark nipple clean with wet pops before moving to Giulia’s caramel skin, tracing the trail down her neck.
Their moans filled the room—low, satisfied growls turning hungry again, bodies pressing close, hands roaming.
I stood over them, cock still rock-hard and throbbing, veins pulsing angrily, tip glistening with their mixed saliva and fresh pre-cum.
Three elite women—married Alessia with her taboo ring on her finger, fiery Giulia who thought she could match me, playful Francesca who discovered she loved being used—on their knees, marked by me.
My playground.
My perfect conquests.
Alessia looked up first, dark eyes glazed with lust, cum still shining on her lips.
"Welheim... more... please..."
Giulia nodded, licking Francesca’s neck clean, fingers already pinching her own nipples.
Francesca whimpered, hand between her thighs, rubbing her clit.
I smirked, voice low and commanding.
"On the couch. All of you. Show me how grateful you are."
They obeyed instantly—bodies moving with desperate, fluid grace, asses swaying as they arranged themselves.
Giulia first—the fiery one, always challenging me with her eyes.
I pulled her onto my lap in reverse cowgirl on the wide leather couch, her round caramel ass pressing hot against my abs.
She reached between her legs, fingers wrapping my shaft, guiding the thick head to her entrance—still slick and swollen from earlier, dripping with her juices and my previous load.
She sank down slow, inch by inch.
"Fuck..." she groaned, head falling back against my shoulder, full breasts bouncing heavily as she took me to the hilt.
Tight. Scorching hot. Her walls clenched around me like a vice, milking every vein.
Perfect.
I gripped her wide hips hard enough to bruise, thrusting up sharply.
She cried out, ass slapping against me with every brutal bounce—wet, loud smacks echoing in the suite.
Her breasts heaved in my hands now—I reached around, cupping them, pinching dark nipples hard, rolling them between fingers until she screamed.
"Welheim... yes... fuck me harder..."
Alessia and Francesca watched from the furs, fingers buried in their pussies, eyes dark with envy and need.
I beckoned Alessia with a curl of my finger.
"Face. Now."
She straddled my face eagerly, massive breasts smothering me as she lowered her soaked pussy onto my mouth—juices already dripping down her thighs.
I devoured her—tongue plunging deep into slick, hot folds, lapping greedily, sucking her swollen clit hard between my lips.
She ground down, moaning loud and bone-deep, hands clutching my hair, pulling me deeper.
Her taste—sweet, salty, addictive.
Francesca knelt between my spread legs, tongue lapping my heavy balls first—sucking one into her mouth, then the other—before moving lower, teasing where Giulia and I joined.
Her tongue flicked Giulia’s stretched lips, then my shaft sliding in and out, tasting both of us.
Giulia rode harder, ass bouncing furiously, breasts heaving in my rough hands—nipples pinched red.
"Welheim... gods... yes... fuck me!"
Alessia came first—juices flooding my mouth in a gush, thighs clamping my head like iron, body shaking violently as she screamed into the ceiling.
Giulia followed seconds later—walls clenching spasmodically, milking me hard as she ground down, crying out in guttural Italian, her orgasm ripping through her.
I held back, pulling out of Giulia slick and shining.
Pushed Francesca onto all fours beside her—long golden legs spread wide, perky tits swinging beneath her.
I sank into her—tight, welcoming heat gripping me.
She moaned loud, pushing back greedily, ass meeting my hips.
"Tight... so fucking tight... take every inch."
Alessia and Giulia recovered on the furs, kissing deeply—69 now, tongues delving into pussies, moans muffled but rising.
I fucked Francesca hard—hips slapping her ass with sharp cracks, cock bottoming out, stretching her.
She came fast—body convulsing, screaming into the cushions, pussy squirting around me.
Then I moved to Alessia—the married one, the ultimate taboo.
Bent her over the couch arm, massive breasts hanging heavy, swaying.
Thumb teasing her tight ring as I thrust into her dripping pussy.
She pushed back, moaning desperately.
"Welheim... there... please... more..."
I pressed in—slow, one finger, then two, stretching her virgin ass.
She gasped, body trembling, but didn’t stop—pushing back for more.
Virgin ass—untouched by her boring husband.
I claimed it slow—cock head pressing against the ring, stretching, popping in.
She cried out—pain melting to pleasure.
Took her fully—deep, hard strokes in her ass while fingering her pussy.
She screamed, coming again, body milking me.
Giulia and Francesca watched, fingers buried in each other, moaning encouragement.
Group oral next—women on backs, heads hanging off couch edge.
I fucked mouths—deep in Alessia first, gagging her wetly, throat bulging.
Then Giulia—taking me deeper, eyes watering but eager.
Francesca last—sloppy, eager, saliva dripping.
They fingered each other—Alessia squirting hard, soaking the furs.
Intensity peaked.
I pulled Giulia onto me—pussy deep again.
Francesca behind her, fingers plunging into ass—double penetration tease.
Alessia licking all—tongue on clit, balls, join.
I came hard—filling Giulia deep, pulling out to spray thick ropes over the others.
They shared it—kissing messily, licking cum from bodies, fingers plunging.
Exhausted, trembling, but eyes begging.
"More... Welheim... please... don’t stop..."
Round three coming.
Toys from the drawer.
Champagne poured on bodies.
The finale awaited.