Chapter 462: Cock-Hungry Bitches 3
“Master, I know you want your cock inside my pussy. I am sure my pussy is tighter and wetter than those two loose sluts,” Ava purred, her words laced with vulgarity and confidence. She spread her legs, her fingers parting her pussy lips to give me a clear view of her glistening, wet entrance. “Look at my tight little pussy, Master. It’s dripping for you, just begging for your cock.”
Jenna, unable to contain herself any longer, retorted with a smirk, “Oh, please, Master. Don’t listen to her. Her pussy is probably as loose as a used sock. My pussy is the one you really want. It’s tight, wet, and ready for your cock.” She spread her legs slightly, her fingers tracing the outline of her pussy through her damp panties. “Feel how wet I am, Master. My pussy is dripping just for you.”
Angela, not to be outdone, joined in with her own vulgar taunts. “Ava’s pussy might be tight, but it’s nothing compared to the pleasure I can give you, Master. My ass is virgin-tight, just waiting for your cock to claim it.”
She turned around, bending over slightly to give me a view of her firm, round ass. “Imagine how good it would feel to be the first to fuck my tight little asshole, Master. It’s something Ava could never give you.”
Ava scoffed, her eyes narrowing with a mix of challenge and disdain. “Your ass might be tight, Angela, but your pussy is probably as dry as a desert. My tits are real and perky, not like Jenna’s saggy little things.”
She cupped her breasts, squeezing them slightly to emphasize their firmness. “Feel how perfect my tits are, Master. They’re just begging for your touch.”
Jenna shot back, her voice dripping with venom. “At least my tits have some weight to them, not like your little mosquito bites. And my pussy is so wet, Master, it’s practically gushing for your cock.”
She slipped a finger beneath her panties, pulling them aside to reveal her glistening, wet pussy. “See for yourself, Master. My pussy is ready and waiting for you.”
Angela, not to be left out, added her own taunts. “And my ass is not the only thing that’s tight, Master. My pussy is just as tight and wet as Jenna’s, if not more. And I know how to use it to please you.”
She turned back to face me, her fingers tracing the outline of her pussy through her damp panties. “Feel how wet I am, Master. My pussy is dripping just for you, and my ass is ready for you to claim.”
Ava’s eyes were filled with determination and need, her body moving in a way that was designed to tease and tempt. She was desperate to please me, desperate to earn my cock.
The room was filled with an electric tension, the air thick with desire and competition. I was their Master, and they were my eager sluts, desperate to please me, desperate to earn my cock.
The game was on, and I was ready to be pleased once more. Ava’s desperate attempt to seduce me added a new layer of excitement, her determination and need only making my desire for her grow stronger.
Angela and Jenna could no longer contain their impatience. Jenna stepped forward, her eyes locked onto mine, her voice filled with need and desperation. “Master, please… it’s our turn now… Ava has had her chance and she failed… let us show you how real sluts please you…”
Angela added, her voice filled with determination and need. “Yes, Master… let us show you… we’ll make you cum so hard… we’ll make you feel so good…”
I looked at Ava, her body glistening with oil, her eyes filled with frustration and desire. She had failed to make me cum, but her desperate attempts to seduce me had only made my desire for her grow stronger. I looked at Angela and Jenna, their eyes filled with desire and competition, eager to take their turn and please me.
The room was filled with an electric tension, the air thick with desire and competition. I was their Master, and they were my eager sluts, desperate to please me, desperate to earn my cock.
The game was on, and I was ready to be pleased once more. Ava’s desperate attempt to seduce me had added a new layer of excitement, her determination and need only making my desire for her grow stronger. But now, it was time for Angela and Jenna to take their turn, to please me and earn my cock.
Angela, in her fishnet black lingerie, stepped forward, her body on full display, her nipples hard and her pussy glistening with anticipation. She knelt before me, her eyes locked onto mine, her voice filled with need and desperation. “Master, please… let me show you how a real slut pleases you… I’ll make you cum so hard…”
Jenna, in her tight leather bra and skin-tight jeans, stepped forward as well, her eyes filled with desire and competition. She knelt beside Angela, her voice filled with need and desperation. “Master, please… let me show you… I’ll make you feel so good…”
I looked at Angela and Jenna, their bodies eager and ready to please me. I was their Master, and they were my eager sluts, desperate to please me, desperate to earn my cock.
As Jenna and Angela knelt before me, my attention was once again drawn to their provocative attire. The way their clothes clung to their bodies, revealing just enough to tease and tantalize, was a sight to behold. Jenna’s ripped jeans were a perfect example, the tattered fabric barely concealing the treasures beneath.
As she knelt, the jeans stretched taut across her thighs, the rips parting slightly to offer a tantalizing glimpse of her wet pussy. The sight was intoxicating, the moisture glistening in the dim light, a testament to her arousal. The fabric of her jeans was dark with dampness, the evidence of her desire impossible to hide.
Angela, too, was a vision in her own right. Her dress, if it could be called that, was more like a collection of straps and fabric that barely covered her body. It clung to her curves, the material so thin and sheer that it left little to the imagination. Her nipples were hard, pressing against the fabric, and the outline of her pussy was visible, a dark shadow that hinted at the wetness beneath.
The sight of them, kneeling and ready for my command, was a powerful aphrodisiac. Their bodies were on display, their desire evident in every trembling breath, every nervous glance. The room was filled with the scent of their arousal, a heady perfume that only served to heighten the tension in the air.
As the words left Jenna and Angela’s lips, the room seemed to grow even more charged with tension. “Master, she is cheating. She isn’t allowed to use her hand to touch your cock… she is already out of the game…” Their voices were a mix of accusation and anticipation, their eyes fixed on Ava and me.
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