Drunken Temptation: 3's a Crowd.

T is out with her friends R and M…..they are enjoying girls night away from their husbands and are pretty drunk. They t tease she that she should hook up with a guy cause so many are checking out her perfect tits and ass. She doesn’t want to, but finds herself in over her head

The bar was a blur of neon lights and pulsing music. T, R, and M were perched on tall stools, their laughter loud and raucous. They clinked shot glasses, the amber liquid burning down their throats. They were drunk, drunk, drunk. They were drunk, but T was the drunkenest. T felt liquid warmth flow through her body, heightening her senses. Her black dress clung to her curves, her pushed together tits spilling out of her low-cut neckline. She was enjoying the attention of the strangers crowded around them, but when her friends whispered encouragement to bring someone home, she felt unease. R leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Look at that guy over there, T. He's been eye-f*cking you all night." She gestured subtly to a handsome stranger a few stools down, his eyes flicking to T's ample breasts and even more ample ass. M chimed in, her voice slurred. "Yeah, and that one too. You should just take one of them back to your place. Live a little. Hell, I'd live a little of you would just fuck a random." T shifted uncomfortably, feeling the heat of their gazes on her. She took another sip of her drink, the cool liquid doing little to calm her nerves. She glanced at the men, feeling a thrill of excitement mixed with fear. She wasn't the type to hook up with strangers, but tonight, with the alcohol and the egging on from her friends felt her resolve weakening. She suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see the stranger R had pointed out. He was tall, his muscles bulging beneath his tight shirt. His eyes were dark, hungry. "You look like you're having fun," he said, leaning in close. She got a strong whiff of alcohol and cologne. She could feel his hot breath on her ear. T's heart pounded in her chest. She should tell him to fuck off. But instead, she felt herself leaning into him, her body betraying her. "I am," she purred, her voice low and sultry, "but I could be having more fun." Her friends grinned at each other, their mission apparently accomplished. She knew she should have slammed on the brakes. Her body screamed at her to do otherwise.

T is still hesitant …. She doesn’t see R whispering in the guys ear….. encouraging him. T just keeps having fun

She could feel the electric energy of him so close. She looked at the stranger, a smirk on his lips. Her stomach tied in knots. She was having so much fun with her friends, but this was a dangerous game. She was too drunk, too buzzed, to make any solid decisions, but he was right here. So close. So hot. So presumptuous, with his large hands, and his strong stance. The stranger's hand trailed from her shoulder to her arm, his fingers lingering on her elbow. "What do you say we get out of here?" he suggested, his voice low and inviting. His touch sent a shiver down her spine. She thought she had been having so much fun. She was having so much fun. She wanted to have more fun. She needed to have more fun. T hesitated, her mind racing. She could feel the weight of her friends' expectations, but she also felt a spark of excitement. She looked back at the stranger, his eyes locked onto hers. She felt her friends' eyes on her, waiting for her to make a move. She took a deep breath, the alcohol in her system urging her to take the plunge. Her inhibitions lowered, she felt a surge of confidence. She leaned in closer to him, her breath hot on his ear. "Why don’t you buy me a drink first?" she whispered, her voice laced with a playful challenge. She turned to the bartender, ordering another round of shots. She looked at her friends, who were grinning at her, clearly delighted with her decision. She felt the stranger's hand on the small of her back, his touch firm and possessive. She shivered slightly, but she didn’t pull away. She wanted this. She wanted to see where this night would take her. Time to live a little — or at least that’s what her friends said.

The stranger didn't hesitate, signaling the bartender to pour another round. His hand stayed glued to the small of her back, his thumb tracing slow circles. The bartender lined up the shots, and T turned to face the stranger, her eyes gleaming with a mix of daring and desire. She could feel his body heat, smell the tang of alcohol on his breath. Her friends watched, their eyes wide with anticipation. He held the stranger's gaze, his smirk growing more confident. "To new experiences," she said, raising her shot glass. They clinked and downed the shots, the liquid fire burning a path down her throat. She set the glass down, her heart pounding. The stranger's hand slid lower, his fingers brushing the top of her ass. She didn't flinch, instead leaning into his touch, her body humming with excitement. "You're playing with fire," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the pulsating music. "Fire is fun," he replied, his voice a low rumble. His hand pressed more firmly, his fingers splaying out. She could feel the heat of his palm through the thin fabric of her dress. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She turned to face him fully, her body pressing against his. She could feel his hardness, his arousal evident. Her friends watched, their grins widening as the tension between T and the stranger grew palpable. "You ready to take this somewhere more private?" he asked, his voice laced with promise. She bit her lip, her mind racing. She could feel the pulsing beat of the music, the heat of the stranger's body, the weight of her friends' expectations. She took a deep breath, her decision made. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She turned to her friends, giving them a slight nod. They grinned, knowing they had won. She took the stranger's hand, his fingers entwining with hers. He led her through the crowded bar, his grip firm and possessive. She could feel the eyes of the strangers on her but she didn’t care. She felt alive, her body thrumming with anticipation. She was ready to see where this night would take her. She knew it would be intense, but she was game for it.

They moved quickly through the dimly lit corridors of the hotel, the stranger's grip tightening on her hand. His charm had vanished, replaced by a stark intensity. T's heart pounded, her breath coming in short gasps. She could feel the shift in him, the sudden urgency that sent a thrill of fear and excitement down her spine. They reached the room, and he fumbled with the keycard, his impatience evident. The door swung open, and he pushed her inside, kicking the door shut behind him. The room was dark, the only light filtering through the cracked curtains. She could make out the silhouette of the bed, the distant glow of the city lights. He turned to her, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Strip," he commanded, his voice harsh and demanding. T hesitated for a moment, but the alcohol still coursing through her veins gave her a boldness she wouldn't normally have. She reached for the zipper of her dress, pulling it down slowly. She let the fabric fall to the floor, stepping out of it. She stood before him in her lingerie, her heart racing. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve and line. "All of it," he growled, his voice laced with hunger. She hesitated for another moment, but her body was already responding to his command. She unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her nipples hardened in the cool air, her breasts heaving with each rapid breath. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down, the fabric sticking to her thighs for a moment before falling to the floor. She stood before him, naked and vulnerable. He didn't move, his eyes locked onto hers. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of his desire. She took a deep breath, her body trembling slightly. She was ready for him, ready for whatever he had in store for her. She knew this night was going to be intense, and she was prepared to be consumed by his fire.

As she undressed, she quickly grabbed her phone from her purse on the floor, her fingers flying over the screen. She sent a quick text to R and M, her fingers shaking slightly. "**Room 307** She quickly replied to their questioning eyes with **just in case.** She tossed the phone back into her purse, her breath coming in short gasps. She turned back to the stranger, her body on full display. His eyes roamed over her, taking in every inch of her exposed skin. She could see the hunger in his gaze, the raw need that made her pulse quicken. He took a step forward, his voice a low growl. "On your knees." She complied, sinking to the floor, her heart pounding in her chest. He circled her, his footsteps slow and deliberate. She could feel his presence behind her, his breath hot on her neck. She shuddered, her body responding to his proximity. He reached out, his hand cupping her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple. She gasped, her head falling back against his thigh. He squeezed gently, his touch firm but not painful. She could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his arousal pressing against her back. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Tell me what you want," he whispered, his voice a dark command. She took a deep breath, her mind racing. She wanted to feel his touch, his heat, his power. She wanted to be taken, to be claimed. "I want you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. He chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. His hand left her breast, trailing down her stomach, his fingers brushing against her thighs. She trembled, her body aching with need. She could feel the moisture between her legs, the throbbing pulse of her desire. She wanted more. She needed more. She was ready to take every inch of him. He reached up, his fingers tangling in her hair, gripping it tightly. He pulled her head back, exposing her throat. He leaned down, his teeth grazing her skin, his tongue tracing a hot path up her neck. She moaned, her body arching against him. She could feel his hardness, his length pressing against her back. She reached up, her hands gripping his thighs, her nails digging into his skin. He growled, a low, primal sound that sent shivers down her spine. His hand left her hair, trailing down her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine. She shivered, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel his touch everywhere, his presence overwhelming her senses. She was lost in him, drowning in his touch, his scent, his heat. She was ready to be consumed, to be taken, to be claimed. She wanted him, all of him, and she wanted him now.

His hand pauses on her lower back, his fingers brushing against something cold and hard. **His lips curl into a smirk as he grabs her hand and turns it over. The glint of a wedding ring catches the light, and his eyes darken with a primal hunger. "Well, well, well," he murmurs, his voice a low purr. "Someone's been a very bad girl."** She looks at him, surprise flaring in her eyes. "I... I am," she admits, her voice barely a whisper. "I've never done anything like this before. But I want to. I want you." His thumb traces the ring, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "Another man's wife," he muses, his voice thick with lust. "Does he know what a naughty little thing you are? Does he know you're here, ready to spread your legs for a stranger?" She shakes her head, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "No," she whispers. "He has no idea. But that's what makes it so... exciting." He leans in, his breath hot on her ear. "You want to be taken, don't you?" he growls. "You want to be claimed, to be fucked by a stranger while your husband sits at home, oblivious." She moans, her body pressing against his. "Yes," she admits, her voice breathy. "Yes, I do." He grabs her, his hands rough and demanding. He kisses her, hard and hungry, his tongue exploring her mouth. She responds eagerly, her body arching against his. He breaks away, his eyes wild and intense. "You're playing with fire, little girl," he growls. **She smiles, a slow, seductive curve of her lips. "And I want to be burned,"** she whispers. "I want to feel you inside me, taking me, using me. I want to be your dirty little secret." He groans, his body shuddering at her words. He grabs her, his hands gripping her hips, lifting her up. She wraps her legs around him, her arms around his neck. She can feel his hardness, his length pressing against her. She grinds against him, a soft moan escaping her lips. She wants him inside her, wants to feel him fill her, stretch her, claim her. **She wants to be ruined for any other man, to be branded as his, even if it's just for one night.** She reaches for him, her hands tugging at his shirt. She needs to feel his skin, his heat. She needs to be consumed by his fire. He lets her undress him, his eyes never leaving hers. As his shirt hits the floor, she trails her fingers down his chest, her nails scratching lightly. He groans, his body shuddering at her touch. **His hand goes to the back of her head, tangling in her hair and tugging, to expose her throat. He bites at her neck, pushing his hips against her until she can feel his cock throbbing, throbbing, throbbing — as it presses against her, leaks against her, ready.** She looks at him, her eyes glazed with lust. "Please," she begs, her voice breathless. "Please, I need you. I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me." He grins, a wicked, possessive smile. **His hand moves to her throat, squeezing gently, a warning. "You're mine tonight," he growls. "Mine to fuck, mine to use, mine to claim. And you're going to take every inch of my cock, aren't you, you little slut?"** She nods, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes," she whimpers. "Yes, I will. I'll take it all. I'll take every inch of your cock. I'll be your good little fucktoy, your dirty secret." He groans, his body pressing against hers. "Fuck, you're perfect," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. He kisses her again, his tongue exploring her mouth, his hands roaming her body. She moans, her body arching against his, ready and willing to be taken, to be claimed, to be fucked.

He twists her around, his hands firm on her hips, guiding her forward. She complies, bending over the arm of the sofa, her ass in the air, her breasts pressed against the cool leather. He stands behind her, his breath ragged, his eyes feasting on the sight before him. She can feel his gaze, hot and intense, burning into her skin. He runs his hands over her ass, squeezing, kneading, his touch possessive and demanding. She moans, her body responding to his touch, her hips thrusting back slightly, inviting more. He chuckles, a low, dark sound that sends shivers down her spine. "Eager, aren't you?" he murmurs, his hands sliding down to her thighs, spreading her legs wider. She can feel the cool air of the room against her wetness, the throbbing pulse of her desire incredibly intense. She nods, her voice caught in her throat, unable to form words. He leans down, his teeth grazing her ass, his tongue tracing a hot path up her spine. She shivers, her body trembling with anticipation. He stands up, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. She can feel him behind her, his hardness pressing against her, his breath hot on her back. She whimpers, her body aching with need, ready to be taken, to be claimed. "Please," she begs, her voice breathless. "Please, I need you. I need you inside me." He groans, his body shuddering at her words. He positions himself at her entrance, his cock head pressing against her wet folds. She can feel the heat of him, the throbbing pulse of his desire, matching her own. She pushes back slightly, trying to take him in, but he holds her still, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "Patience, little slut," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "I'm going to take my time with you. I'm going to enjoy every inch of your tight little cunt." His hand goes to the back of her head, tangling in her hair and tugging, to expose her throat. She moans, her body arching, her pussy clenching with anticipation. She wants him inside her, wants to feel him fill her, stretch her, claim her. She wants to be ruined for any other man, to be branded as his, even if it's just for one night.

She is so drunk and unsteady he holds her in place as he gets ready to fuck her perfect married pussy

He holds her firmly, one hand gripping her hip, the other tangled in her hair, keeping her steady and in place. She's a mess of drunkenness and desire, her body swaying slightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Stay still," he commands, his voice a low growl. "I want to savor this. I want to remember every fucking second of taking another man's wife." He rubs the head of his cock against her, coating himself in her wetness, his eyes never leaving the sight of her spread open for him. She moans, a soft, urgent sound, her body trying to push back against him. He slaps her ass, a sharp, stinging blow that makes her yelp. "I said stay still," he growls. "You're mine to fuck, mine to use. You'll take what I give you, when I give it." She whimpers, her body trembling, her breath hitching as she tries to comply. He can see her pussy clenching, her body begging for more. He chuckles, a dark, cruel sound. "So fucking eager," he murmurs. "So fucking wet for me." He spits on her, his saliva mixing with her wetness, making a filthy, obscene mess of her. He rubs his cock against her again, his breath hissing through his teeth at the feel of her. He positions himself at her entrance, his cock head pressing against her. She moans, her body pushing back, trying to take him in. He slaps her ass again, harder this time, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin. "Wait," he growls. "Wait for it." She freezes, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He can feel her pulse, her desire, her need for him. He grins, a wicked, possessive smile. "Good girl," he murmurs. "Now, you're going to take my cock. You're going to take every inch of it, aren't you?" She nods, her voice caught in her throat, unable to form words. He groans, his body shuddering with anticipation. He pushes into her, slow and steady, inch by inch, his cock stretching her, filling her, claiming her. She moans, a long, low sound of pleasure and pain, her body arching, her hips pushing back against him. He groans, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Fuck, you're tight," he murmurs, his voice strained. "You're like a fucking virgin, all tight and hot and wet for me."

He pauses, fully sheathed inside her, his breath ragged, his body trembling with restraint. She can feel every inch of him, the heat of his cock, the throbbing pulse of his desire. She whimpers, her body clenching around him, trying to draw him deeper. He chuckles, a low, dark sound. "So greedy," he murmurs, his hands sliding up her back, his fingers tracing the line of her spine. "You want more, don't you? You want me to fuck you, to use you, to make you scream." He pulls back slightly, his cock sliding out until just the head remains inside her. She whimpers, her body trying to follow, to keep him inside her. He slaps her ass again, a sharp, stinging blow that makes her yelp. "Stay still," he commands. "I'm in control here. I decide when you get more of my cock. I decide when you come." He leans down, his teeth grazing her shoulder, his tongue tracing a hot path up her neck. She shivers, her body trembling with anticipation. He pushes back into her, slow and steady, his cock filling her, stretching her. She moans, a long, low sound of pleasure, her body arching, her hips pushing back against him. His hand slides around her thigh, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in slow, teasing circles. She gasps, her body shuddering, her breath hitching as waves of pleasure wash over her. "Please," she begs, her voice breathless. "Please, more. I need more." He chuckles, his fingers moving faster, his cock thrusting harder. "You want to come, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "You want to come all over my cock. You want to be a good little slut for me, don't you?" She nods, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She can feel the pressure building, her body coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap. He can see it too, his eyes dark with lust and triumph. "Come for me," he commands, his voice a low growl. "Come on my cock. Show me what a good little slut you are." He rubs her clit faster, his cock thrusting harder, deeper. She screams, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around him as waves of pleasure crash over her. She can feel him coming too, his cock pulsing, his body shuddering as he fills her with his hot cum, branding her as his, marking her as claimed.

Right as she explodes a drunk R and M barge into the room, thinking she’s I. Trouble because she didn’t answer their texts…… the arrive just time to see her shuddering screaming orgasm

His grip on her hips tightens as he pounds into her, his body shuddering with the force of his own release. Her screams fill the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain, as her body convulses around him. His cock pulses, emptying itself into her, marking her as his. He can feel her pussy milking him, drawing out every last drop of his cum. Suddenly, the door bursts open. Two figures stumble in, their laughter echoing off the walls. "I told you she was here," one of them slurs, their eyes widening as they take in the scene before them. The woman on her hands and knees, her body glistening with sweat, her face flushed with pleasure. The man behind her, his cock still buried inside her, his body coated in a sheen of sweat. The woman on the bed lets out a strangled cry, her body freezing as she registers the intruders. The man behind her growls, a low, dangerous sound. He pulls out of her, his cock glistening with their combined fluids, and turns to face the newcomers. "Who the fuck are you?" he demands, his voice a low growl. The two intruders exchange a look, their eyes wide with shock and alcohol. "We... we're her friends," the one on the left stutters, pointing at the woman on the bed. "We were looking for her. She didn't answer our texts." The woman on the bed lets out a sob, her body shaking with sobs and aftershocks of her orgasm. The man behind her steps forward, his body blocking her from view. "Get the fuck out," he growls, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Now." The two friends stumble backward, their eyes wide with shock and fear. They turn and flee, the door slamming shut behind them. The man turns back to the woman on the bed, his eyes dark with lust and anger. "Fucking idiots," he mutters, his hand reaching out to grip her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Where were we?" She whimpers, her body trembling, her eyes filled with tears. "Please," she begs, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Please, don't stop." He grins, a wicked, possessive smile. "Oh, I'm not going to stop," he murmurs, his hand sliding down her body, his fingers finding her clit. "We're just getting started." He leans down, his teeth grazing her earlobe, his tongue tracing a hot path down her neck. "But first, let's clean you up. I want you fresh and ready for round two." He stands up, his cock already hardening again. He looks down at her, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every detail. "Get on the bed," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. "On your back. I want to see your face when I fuck you again." She scrambles to comply, her body moving with a mixture of fear and desire. She lies back on the bed, her legs spread wide, her body open and vulnerable to him. He climbs onto the bed, his body covering hers, his cock pressing against her entrance. He grins down at her, his eyes dark with lust. "Ready?" he murmurs, his voice a low growl. She nods, her breath hitching in her throat. He pushes into her, slow and steady, his cock filling her, stretching her. She moans, a long, low sound of pleasure, her body arching, her hips pushing up to meet his. He groans, his hands gripping her wrists, pinning them above her head. "You're mine," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. "Mine to fuck, mine to use, mine to claim." She whimpers, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes," she whispers. "Yours."

His thrusts quicken, each one driving him deeper, his hips grinding against hers. She cries out, her body writhing beneath him, her nails digging into his skin. His grip on her wrists tightens, holding her in place, his body dominating hers. He can feel her pussy clenching around him, her body already on the edge again. "You like that, don't you?" he pants, his voice rough with effort. "You like being my little fuck toy. You love taking my cock, don't you?" She nods, her body shuddering, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "Yes," she moans. "God, yes. I love it. I love your cock. I love how you fuck me." His hips snap against hers, his cock slamming into her, his body shaking with the force of his thrusts. She screams, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on him as another orgasm rips through her. He groans, his body shuddering, his cock pulsing as he comes again, filling her with his hot cum. He collapses onto her, his body slick with sweat, his breath ragged. She wraps her arms around him, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She leans up and presses her lips to his. His kiss is relentless, his tongue claiming her mouth as ruthlessly as his cock just claimed her pussy. It's rough, demanding —and she's brutally, desperately wet. "Fuck, yes," she gasps, as he breaks away from her lips. "More. I need more." His eyes flash with a mix of lust and something primal. He rolls off her, his cock already hardening again. He grabs her hips and flips her over, positioning her on her hands and knees. He spits on his fingers, rubbing them against her asshole, teasing her. She tenses, her body shivering with a mix of fear and excitement. "Relax," he commands, his voice a low growl. "I'm going to fuck your ass now. I'm going to claim every part of you." He presses the head of his cock against her asshole, pushing slowly, giving her time to adjust. She gasps, her body tensing, her breath hitching as he slides into her. He groans, his hands gripping her hips, his body shaking with the effort of holding back. "Fuck, you're tight," he pants. "So fucking tight. You feel so good around my cock." He starts to move, his hips thrusting against her, his cock sliding in and out of her ass. She moans, a low, desperate sound, her body pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts. His hand slides around her thigh, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in a slow, torturous circle. She cries out, her body shuddering, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "Please," she begs, her voice hoarse. "Please, fuck me harder. I need it. I need you." His hips snap against hers, his cock slamming into her, his body shaking with the force of his thrusts. She screams, her body convulsing, her ass clenching around him as another orgasm rips through her. He groans, his body shuddering, his cock pulsing as he comes again, filling her ass with his hot cum. She collapses onto the bed, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. He collapses beside her, his body slick with sweat, his breath ragged. He pulls her into his arms, his body wrapping around hers, his cock still buried inside her. His hands roam her body, gripping her breast, squeezing, pinching, and rolling her nipples. His other hand slides down her stomach, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in slow, teasing circles. "Are you ready?" he asks, his voice a low growl. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

He leans down, his teeth grazing her shoulder, his tongue tracing a hot path up her neck. "You're a dirty little slut, aren't you?" he murmurs, his voice a low growl. "You love this, don't you? You love being used, being fucked, being claimed." His fingers on her clit speed up, his touch becoming more insistent and rough. She moans, her body writhing against him, her hips grinding into his hand. "Yes," she gasps out, her body flushed and slick with sweat. "I love it. I need it. I need you." He chuckles darkly, his hand leaving her breast to grip her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. "Good girl," he murmurs, his lips pressing against her pulse point. "Because I'm going to get really nasty with you now. I'm going to fuck you like the little slut you are. I'm going to use every part of you, make you take every inch of me." He releases her hair, his hand sliding down to grip her hip, pulling her onto her side. He hooks her leg over his hip, opening her up to him. He spits on his fingers, rubbing them against her pussy, coating her with her own juices. He presses the head of his cock against her entrance, pushing into her slowly, inch by inch, until he's fully sheathed inside her. She moans, a long, low sound of pleasure, her body arching against his. "You like that, don't you?" he pants, his voice rough with effort. "You like being filled by my cock. You love taking me deep inside you." His hips begin to move, slow and steady at first, but quickly gaining speed and force. Each thrust drives him deeper, his body slamming against hers, his balls slapping against her ass. She cries out, her body writhing, her nails digging into his skin. His hand grips her throat, squeezing gently, cutting off her air as he fucks her harder, faster, more brutally. She gasps, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around him as she comes, her orgasm ripping through her with the force of a storm. He grunts, his body shaking, his cock pulsing as he comes with her, filling her with his hot cum. He collapses onto her, his body slick with sweat, his breath ragged. He rolls off her, his cock slipping out of her pussy, leaving her feeling empty and aching for more. She turns to him, her eyes filled with lust and need. "Please," she begs, her voice hoarse. "Please, don't stop. I need more. I need all of you." He grins, a wicked, possessive smile. "Oh, I'm not stopping," he murmurs, his hand reaching out to grip her chin, forcing her to look at him. "I'm just getting started. I'm going to fuck you in every way imaginable. I'm going to make you scream, make you beg, make you come so hard you see stars. You're mine tonight, slut. Mine to use, mine to claim, mine to ruin."

He leans down, his lips brushing against her ear. "You like that, don't you, slut?" he whispers, his breath hot on her skin. His hand moves from her chin, trailing down her neck, her collarbone, before finally cupping her breast. He squeezes, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and she moans, her body arching into his touch. But she wants more. He gives her a light slap, testing her, watching her response. Her eyes flutter, and a soft gasp escapes her lips. "Again," she breathes, her voice barely audible. He obliges, his hand coming down sharply on her breast, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing in the room. She cries out, her body jolting, her nipple hardening under his touch. His lips curve into a smile, his eyes gleaming with lust and dominance. "You like that, don't you?" he growls, his hand moving to her other breast, slapping it just as hard. "You like it rough." She nods, her body writhing, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. "Yes," she moans. "I like it. I like it when you hurt me. I like it when you use me." She reaches out, her hand wrapping around his cock, stroking him slowly, her touch light and teasing. "I want more. I want you to fuck me harder. I want you to leave marks on me. I want you to claim me, to own me." His breath hitches, his body tensing at her words. He grabs her hand, his fingers wrapping around her wrist, pulling her hand away from his cock. He flips her onto her stomach, his body pinning hers to the bed. He grabs her hips, pulling her up onto her knees, positioning her ass in the air. He spits on his fingers, rubbing them against her pussy, coating her with her own juices. He presses the head of his cock against her entrance, pushing into her slowly, inch by inch, until he's fully sheathed inside her. She moans, a long, low sound of pleasure, her body arching against his. His hands grip her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He starts to move, his hips thrusting against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. He starts slow, but quickly gains speed, his thrusts becoming harder, more brutal. She cries out, her body pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts. His hand comes down sharply on her ass, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing in the room. She screams, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around him as another orgasm rips through her. He groans, his body shuddering, his cock pulsing as he comes with her, filling her with his hot cum. "Fuck," he grits out, his body shaking with the force of his release. "You're mine, slut. Every inch of you belongs to me."

His fingers, slick with spit, press against her tight ring of muscle. She tenses briefly, then pushes back against him, inviting him in. His fingers slip inside, stretching her, filling her. She moans, a deep, guttural sound, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. He starts to move, his fingers pumping in and out of her ass in sync with his thrusts, his cock and fingers working in tandem to drive her wild. His free hand grips her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her throat. He leans down, his teeth grazing her shoulder, his breath hot on her skin. "You like that, don't you, slut?" he growls. "You like being filled by my cock and my fingers. You like being used, being claimed, being owned." She can only moan in response, her body writhing, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. Her pussy clenches around his cock, her body already building towards another orgasm. His fingers speed up, his thrusts becoming harder, more brutal. The sound of flesh on flesh fills the room, a symphony of their raw, carnal lust. His hand leaves her hair, sliding down to grip her throat, squeezing gently, cutting off her air. Her eyes flutter closed, her body convulsing as she comes, her orgasm ripping through her with the force of a storm. Her pussy and ass clench around him, her body milking his cock and fingers, drawing out his own release. He grunts, his body shaking, his cock and fingers pulsing as he fills her with his hot cum. "Fuck," he grits out, his body collapsing onto hers, his breath ragged and harsh. She turns her head, her lips finding his in a desperate, hungry kiss. She can taste herself on him, taste their combined lust and desire. She pulls away, her eyes locking with his. "More," she breathes, her voice hoarse and desperate. He grins, a wicked, possessive smile. "Oh, there's more, slut," he murmurs, his fingers and cock slowly sliding out of her. "There's so much more. I'm going to use every hole you have. I'm going to make you scream, make you beg, make you come so hard you black out. You're mine tonight. Mine to use, mine to claim, mine to ruin." He rolls her onto her back, his body covering hers. His hand grips her jaw, forcing her to look at him. "You understand me, slut?" he growls. "You understand who you belong to?" She nods, her body trembling with anticipation and lust. "Yes," she breathes. "I understand. I'm yours. All yours."

R and M have heard her screams and come I. Again worried…… to find her a marked mess, but begging for more. This time they don’t leave

The door slams open, the sound of it crashing against the wall echoing through the room. R and M stand in the doorway, their eyes wide with concern and shock. They take in the scene before them: her body marked, her skin flushed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes are wild, her lips swollen, her body glistening with sweat and their combined lust. "What the fuck is going on here?" R growls, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He takes a step forward, his eyes never leaving her. He sees the bruises on her hips, the red handprints on her ass, the way her body is trembling with spent desire and anticipation. His own cock stirs in his pants, his body responding to the raw, primal scene before him. M says nothing, but his eyes are just as intense, just as hungry. He closes the door behind him, the soft click of the lock sending a shiver down her spine. She knows what they see, what they want. She knows the power she holds over them, the power of her submission, her surrender. She is ready for it. She wants it. She pushes herself up onto her elbows, her body aching deliciously from the rough treatment it has received. Her eyes meet theirs, and she sees the lust, the dominance, the hunger. She smiles, a slow, sensual curve of her lips. "More," she breathes, her voice hoarse and desperate. "I need more." R's eyes flash, his body tensing. He looks at her, then at the man still standing between her thighs, his cock still hard, still ready. He can see the possessiveness in him, the raw, carnal lust. He feels it echoing within himself. M moves to the side of the bed, his hand reaching out to touch her face. His fingers trail down her neck, her collarbone, her breast, his touch gentle, contrasting with the raw, brutal scene before him. She shudders, her body arching into his touch. She wants this. She wants them. She wants everything they can give her. R moves to the other side of the bed, his body covering hers. His hand grips her jaw, forcing her to look at him. "You want more, slut?" he growls, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "You want us to use you, to claim you, to ruin you?" She nods, her body trembling with anticipation and lust. "Yes," she breathes, her voice hoarse and desperate. "I want it all. I want you both. I want you to fuck me, to use me, to make me scream." M's hand moves from her breast, trailing down her stomach, her hips, her thighs. He grabs her leg, pulling it up, exposing her pussy, her ass, her every hole to him. He looks at her, then at the man between her thighs, a silent, dominant communication passing between them. They both want this. They both want her. They both want to claim her, to own her, to ruin her. R's hand leaves her jaw, his fingers wrapping around her throat, squeezing gently, cutting off her air. She moans, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching, her ass tightening, her body already building towards another orgasm. She wants this. She wants them. She wants everything they can give her. He leans down, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're ours tonight, slut," he whispers, his breath hot on her skin. "Ours to use, ours to claim, ours to ruin. And we're going to make you scream. We're going to make you beg. We're going to make you come so hard you black out. Understand me, slut? You belong to us."

She nods, her breath hitching as she feels the weight of their words, the promise of what's to come. R and M exchange a look, a silent agreement passing between them. The man between her thighs grins, a wicked, possessive smile. "Let's give the slut what she wants," he growls, his hands gripping her hips, his cock pressing against her entrance. R and M move in sync, their bodies covering hers, their hands roaming, their mouths claiming. Teeth and lips and tongues bite, lick, and suck at her skin. R's mouth finds her breast, his teeth grazing her nipple, his tongue soothing the sting. She gasps, her body arching into his touch. Her nipple hardens to a stiff peak, and her pussy drips onto the man's cock. M's hand slips between her legs, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, quick circles. She moans, her body writhing, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. The man between her thighs thrusts into her, his cock filling her, stretching her. She cries out, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around him. R's hand moves from her breast, sliding down her stomach, his fingers joining M's at her clit. Together, they rub and press and pinch, their fingers working in tandem to drive her wild. The man between her thighs starts to move, his hips thrusting, his cock pumping in and out of her. She can feel every inch of him, every ridge, every vein, every pulse. Her body is a mess of sensations, of pleasure and pain, of lust and desire. She is theirs to use, to claim, to ruin. And they are using her, claiming her, ruining her. Their bodies move in sync, their hands and mouths and cocks working together to drive her to the edge of madness. R's mouth moves from her breast, trailing up her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. She can feel his hot breath on her ear, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "You like that, slut? You like being filled by our cocks, our fingers, our tongues? You like being used, being claimed, being owned?" She can only moan in response, her body writhing, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. Her pussy clenches around the man's cock, her body already building towards another orgasm. M's fingers speed up, his touch becoming more brutal, more demanding. The man between her thighs thrusts harder, his hips slapping against her ass, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the room. R's teeth graze her earlobe, his breath hot on her skin. "Tell us, slut," R growls, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Tell us what you want. Tell us what you need." His hand leaves her clit, sliding down to grip her throat, squeezing gently, cutting off her air. Her eyes flutter closed, her body convulsing, her pussy and ass clenching, her body already building towards another orgasm. The man's fingers slick with spit are probing at her ass, demanding entry. She turns her head, her lips finding his in a desperate, hungry kiss. She can taste herself on him, taste their combined lust and desire. She pulls away, her eyes locking with his. "I need to be fucked," she breathes, her voice hoarse and desperate. "I need to be fucked hard. I need to be used. I need to be claimed. I need to be ruined. I need you. All of you."