Pane of Desire 2

This is the sequel to my story Pane of Desire. To review: Our main character Molly is in a room with the other women. Our other hero, Scott, is with the men. The sexes are segregated into two hotel rooms: one for each sex. A large window comprises most of the wall that separates the rooms. Each room is enjoying gay fun among its members as well as getting turned on watching the other room. Both Scott and Molly have been leading their cohorts in ruining their holes and spreading them lasciviously and just in general trying to outdo the depravity of the other sex.

Molly's back arched as two fingers worked her swollen clit, pressed against the glass for Scott’s benefit. On the other side of the window, he smirked, gripping the base of his cock while the guy next to him deepthroated it like a fucking champion. The hotel rooms were a symphony of moans, skin slapping skin, the wet sounds of hungry mouths and stretched-open holes. Lena’s tongue circled Molly’s asshole, teasing before plunging inside, making her gasp. "Look at him watching," Lena murmured, twisting her fingers into Molly’s dripping cunt. "Bet he’s pissed he can’t taste you." Molly laughed breathlessly as Scott’s hand fisted in his buddy’s hair, thrusting harder into his throat, straight-up *claiming* it. Challenge accepted. She reached back, spreading her ass wider for Lena. "Fuck me with your tongue—*harder*." Across the glass, Scott’s eyes burned into her. Good. Let him see how wrecked she could get without him, how shamelessly she’d let these women ruin her. She moaned as another girl knelt between her legs, lapping up the mess Lena left behind. Behind Scott, someone lined up to take his cock next. The game was on.

Have Scott take the cock in his ass for a few minutes, then spread his asscheeks wide for Molly's viewing pleasure. Meanwhile, the girls finger and then fist Molly's pussy, then ass. Scott watches wide-eyed on the other side of the glass.

Scott grunted as the thick cock pushed into his ass, his thighs tensing from the slow, deliberate stretch. He braced his palms against the glass, locking eyes with Molly as she watched—his jaw tight, his cock still glistening from the last throat that had taken it. The guy behind him worked him open with steady, punishing thrusts, making Scott’s breath hitch each time he bottomed out. Molly bit her lip as two fingers curled inside her, then three, the stretch burning sweetly. Her cunt clenched around them, soaked and eager for more. "Give it to me," she demanded, writhing against the hands working her open. The fourth finger slid in, then a thumb, the pressure making her gasp. Lena’s fist followed, slow and relentless, filling Molly’s pussy until her muscles fluttered in protest. “Fuck, look at him watching,” one of the girls purred, nodding toward Scott as he reached back, spreading his asscheeks wide to give Molly a view of the cock buried in him. Molly moaned, her body trembling as another hand pressed against her asshole, working a finger inside alongside Lena’s fist. The double stretch was brutal, glorious—Scott’s dark, hungry stare only fueling her. “You like that?” she taunted, breathless. “Watching me take it all?” His growl vibrated through the glass as his hips jerked, fucking himself back onto the cock in his ass. Game *on*.

Scott pulls off the cock and spreads his asscheeks to show his empty, ruined hole. The girls gasp and stare, enraptured. Molly does the same: she pulls off the dildo fucking her pussy to spread her loose hole wide. This captivates the horny boys as they crowd the window.

Scott exhaled sharply as the cock slid out of him, leaving his hole flushed and twitching. He reached back, fingers digging into his own flesh as he spread his ass wide—proudly displaying the gaping, slick mess between his cheeks. The girls pressed closer to the glass, murmuring their approval, one even dragging her nails down the surface in frustration. Molly matched him, rocking back onto her heels as the toy slipped free from her pussy with a wet *pop*. She hooked two fingers into her swollen lips, pulling them apart so Scott and the watching men could see every glistening detail—how deep she’d been stretched, how effortlessly she could take more. The guys on the other side of the glass crowded in, cocks in hand, their rough laughter mixing with groaned curses. One pressed his forehead against the window, breath fogging the glass as he stared, transfixed. “Think they can handle it?” Lena murmured, tracing Molly’s trembling thigh. Molly smirked, rolling her hips lazily. “Doubt it.” Scott’s knuckles whitened where they gripped his ass—his own cock hard again, dripping onto the floor—before he turned, bending over to present himself properly. *Challenge fucking accepted.* The first guy was already stepping forward.

The guys line up behind Scott to fuck his ass one by one. Describe the guys cumming on and inside Scott's ass, and his spreading his purple, totally wrecked asshole in between each one. The girls love watching his spread asshole so much. Describe them lining up in a reclining row and squirting on the glass while waching Scott and other guys who imitate his asscheek spread very sexily.

The first guy lined up behind Scott, gripping his hips hard as he shoved inside with a grunt. Scott’s hole yielded easily, swallowing him to the hilt, the stretch already familiar but still making his breath stutter. The guy fucked him fast and rough, nails biting into skin before pulling out with a slick slap, unloading thick stripes of cum across Scott’s spread cheeks. Scott exhaled, fingers pulling himself open wider—showing off the sticky mess, the way his rim pulsed, still slack from the brutal stretch. The girls moaned in unison, legs spreading as they pressed against the glass, fingers working their clits in time with the next guy stepping up. This one took his time, sinking deep, fucking slow and deliberate before filling Scott’s ass with another load, hot and heavy. Scott’s knees trembled, but he held himself open, his hole glistening, dripping cum onto his thighs. Across the glass, Molly arched, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as she squirted—her spray hitting the window, followed by Lena, then another, their slick coating the surface as they watched Scott take the third cock. The next guy wasn’t satisfied just using his hole—he spread his own asscheeks against the glass, mimicking Scott’s filthy display. The girls laughed, breathless, tongues dragging across the wet surface as they came again, marking it with their own arousal. Scott grinned, raw and wrecked, bracing for the next load.

The guys watch Molly, Lena, and the girls. Describe how they admire their squirt juices. Half the guys, including Scott, are playing with their cocks. A couple of them fuck each other's asses. Eventually, six guys burst on the window, the spooge dripping down the window sensually. Some guys, including some who haven't cum yet, gather around the window and lick a lot of it up, then make out, lewdly trickling jizz on each others' faces.

The guys' attention snapped to the girls as another wave of squirt hit the glass—Molly's thighs quivering, her pussy clenching around nothing as she left a glistening trail down the window. Lena followed, arching her back so hard her tits pressed flat against the slick surface, her own juices mixing with Molly’s in thick, uneven streaks. Scott stroked himself lazily, thumb smearing pre-cum over his tip as he watched, while two guys behind him fucked each other with rough, uneven thrusts—one bent over, the other gripping his hips, their grunts low and ragged. The scent of sex thickened the air. A muscled guy, still hard and leaking, dragged his fingers through the girls’ mixed arousal on the glass, then licked them clean with a groan. Another followed, pressing his mouth directly against the wet pane, tongue lapping broad stripes before turning to kiss the guy next to him—jizz and slick spit sliding between their lips. Six of them came at once, cocks jerking as they painted the window in thick, uneven ropes. It oozed downward, some strands clinging, others dripping onto the floor. A guy who hadn’t blown his load yet dropped to his knees, tongue darting out to catch the mess, then grabbed the man beside him, smearing the spit-slick cum across his stubbled jaw. Lena bit her lip, watching them devour each other. "Fuck," she breathed, rubbing circles over her clit. "That’s hot." Scott chuckled, twisting his fist around his cock. "They’re just getting started." Another guy knelt, mouth open, letting the spooge drip onto his tongue before tilting his head up—offering it to the next man leaning down to claim it.

Here's the revised version, excising the specified section while maintaining the flow and intensity of the scene: --- The scent of sex thickened the air—musky, layered with sweat and spilled arousal. A muscled guy, still hard and leaking, dragged his fingers through the sticky mess on their side of the glass, then licked them clean with a groan. Another followed, pressing his mouth directly against the wet pane, tongue lapping broad stripes before turning to kiss the guy next to him—jizz and slick spit sliding between their lips. Six of them came at once, cocks jerking as they painted the window in thick, uneven ropes. It oozed downward, some strands clinging, others dripping onto the floor. A guy who hadn’t blown his load yet dropped to his knees, tongue darting out to catch the mess, then grabbed the man beside him, smearing the spit-slick cum across his stubbled jaw. Lena bit her lip, watching them devour each other. "Fuck," she breathed, rubbing circles over her clit. "That’s hot." Scott chuckled, twisting his fist around his cock. "They’re just getting started." Another guy knelt, mouth open, letting the spooge drip onto his tongue before tilting his head up—offering it to the next man leaning down to claim it. Across the barrier, Lena laughed, breathless. She pressed her tits against the slick surface, dragging her nipples through her own mess before flicking them with her fingers. "Take care of each other, boys," she teased. Scott’s grip tightened on his cock. The guys didn’t need telling twice. --- The scene remains seamless, the heat and voyeuristic energy intact. Let me know if any other adjustments are needed.

The girls let loose with streams of piss to rinse off the glass and each other. After a few minutes, the boys like the idea, and being satisfied with the cum they have consumed, also piss on the glass and each other, then resume the spread cheeks and destroyed assholes show. Describe Scott burying his face between asscheeks and Molly watching and loving it all.

Molly let go first, a sharp gasp escaping her as hot piss splashed against the glass, washing away streaks of slick and cum in golden rivulets. Lena followed, thighs trembling as she arched, her stream crossing Molly’s until the pane dripped with it. They laughed, breathless, running hands over their wet skin, smearing it further. On the other side, the guys—already slick with spit and jizz—grinned. A thick-bodied man stepped forward first, letting loose a heavy stream onto the glass, splattering the girls’ mess back at them in a hazy spray. Another joined, piss hitting his friend’s thigh before angling toward the barrier, the acrid scent mixing with sex in the humid air. Scott didn’t hesitate. He dropped behind the nearest guy, gripping his hips as he buried his face between sweat-slick asscheeks, tongue plunging deep into the stretched hole waiting for him. The man groaned, rocking back against Scott’s mouth, fingers scraping the piss-wet glass for balance. Molly watched, biting her lip as she rubbed her clit faster. "Look at him go," she breathed, her free hand squeezing her tit, thumb flicking a stiff nipple. Lena moaned in agreement, two fingers working inside herself, eyes locked on the mess of tongues and ass and piss-smeared skin. The guys didn’t stop—just traded places, swapped mouths, licked and fucked and spat, the glass fogging between them.

The girls decide to put on their best porno show for the guys. Desribe the girls spreading their asscheeks and pussies and licking each other out while the boys suck and fuck each other and watch.

Molly went first, dropping to her knees with a smirk, gripping Lena’s thighs as she spread them wide. She dragged her tongue up Lena’s slit slowly, deliberately, savoring the salt and musk before circling her clit with teasing flicks. Lena moaned, arching her back, fingers tangling in Molly’s hair as she ground down against her mouth. Not to be outdone, Lena pushed Molly onto all fours, spreading her cheeks to reveal her glistening hole. She leaned in, tongue flat as she licked a slow, wet stripe from clit to ass, earning a shuddering gasp. The guys on the other side slowed their fucking, fists pausing mid-stroke, eyes locked on the show. “Fuck yeah,” one muttered, his cock dripping precum as he watched Lena’s tongue disappear between Molly’s ass. Scott pulled off the guy he’d been sucking long enough to groan, “Christ, look at them.” The man beneath him chuckled, hips rocking forward to shove his cock deeper down Scott’s throat in response. Molly twisted, catching Lena’s wrist, guiding her fingers into her pussy. “Make me come while they watch,” she demanded, voice ragged. Lena obeyed, fingers plunging deep as she sucked Molly’s clit between her lips, her other hand spreading her ass wider—inviting, taunting. The glass was fogged with breath, streaked with spit and sweat, but nobody cared. The air was thick with the sounds of wet flesh, greedy mouths, and the slide of skin on skin. One of the guys spat into his palm and fisted his cock harder. "Gonna blow watching this," he gritted out.

Scott approached the guy to help calm him down. "Whenever you feel like busting your load, turn around and show ass. The girls love it, and it'll give you a chance to catch your breath." Describe the scene, Scott and a couple other guys bending over and mooning, their cute balls hanging down below with their cocks, some hard, some semi-hard and firming.

Scott slapped the guy’s ass with a wet *smack*, grinning as the man groaned. "Turn around, man. Show ‘em what you got—trust me, they’ll lose it." The guy obeyed, bending at the waist, hands braced on his knees as he presented himself—round ass, tight hole, heavy balls swinging between his thighs. His cock bobbed, still slick with spit, half-hard and twitching. Scott followed suit, spreading his own cheeks with both hands, giving the girls a full view of his hole, flushed pink from use. Another guy joined, bending low with a grunt, his thick thighs flexing as he pressed his ass toward the glass. His cock hung heavy, wet at the tip, the veins standing out along the shaft. Molly whimpered, fingers digging into Lena’s hips as she watched, tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Fuck, look at them," she panted. Lena’s breath hitched, her own fingers slipping deeper inside herself as she stared, transfixed by the line of men offering themselves—balls swaying, assholes fluttering under the attention. One of the guys reached back, pulling his cheeks apart further, giving them an obscene wink. Scott chuckled, shaking his ass playfully, the muscles clenching and relaxing in slow, deliberate rolls. "Bet you wanna lick through that glass right fucking now," Scott taunted, voice rough. Lena moaned in answer, her free hand squeezing her breast hard, pinching her nipple as she fucked herself faster. "God, yes," she breathed. "Wanna taste all of you." The guys stayed bent, letting the girls soak in the sight—every twitch, every drop of precum, every shift of their asses as they teased. The air was thick with sweat and sex, the glass smeared beyond recognition, but nobody cared. The show was just getting better.

Scott fucks a guy and pulls out after a while without cumming. He explains his method to the guy he was fucking: whenever he feels like he's about to bust his nut, he calms down by bending over to the window and showing his ass, loose asshole, and dangling, heavy balls. The other guy listens and then imitates Scott, bending over and spreading his asscheeks by his side. Girls gasp and admire asses and ass cracks with bated breath.

Scott’s hips stuttered as he pulled out of the guy beneath him, his cock glistening with a mix of sweat and lube. He patted his partner’s shoulder with a lazy smirk. "Gotta pace myself," he growled. "When I’m close, I just—" He turned toward the glass, bending at the waist, fingers gripping the back of his thighs as he arched his back. His asshole, still flushed and loose from being fucked, pulsed faintly as he spread himself wider—balls swinging low, his cock jutting thick and neglected between his legs. Behind him, the other man followed suit, pressing his face to the floor and hiking his ass higher, fingers digging into his cheeks to spread himself obscenely open. Molly’s breath hitched, her fingers twisting in Lena’s hair as she watched. "Fuck, look at them," she panted, her free hand working furiously between her own thighs. The parted flesh, the glistening holes, the way Scott’s heavy balls swayed with every shift of his stance—it was too much. One of the girls pressed her forehead to the glass, tongue darting out like she could almost taste them. "That’s *disgusting*," she moaned, voice thick with arousal. "I love it." Scott grinned over his shoulder, watching them watch him—their hungry eyes, their trembling hands. He rocked back just slightly, letting his asshole wink at them, relishing the collective gasp it earned. The other guy groaned, shamelessly grinding the air, his own hole fluttering under their attention. No words now, just the filthy display—two men offering themselves up, and the women on the other side, eating it up. Molly’s knees pressed together, her thighs shaking. "God, they’re *animals*," she choked out. And the men didn’t stop. They didn’t have to.

Scott starts to eye the guy beside him and licks his lips. Describe the scene as Scott kneels behind the guy and eats his ass. Describe how turned on the girls are as they finger their clits and Lena squirts a little bit.

Scott’s gaze darkened as he raked it over the guy bent next to him—his back arched, ass spread obscenely, the pink furl of his hole twitching under the heat of the women’s stares. A slow grin curled Scott’s lips, and he swiped his tongue across them before crouching low behind the man. "Hold yourself open for me," he ordered, voice rough. The guy obeyed with a groan, fingers digging deeper into his cheeks, spreading himself wider as Scott’s hot breath ghosted over his exposed flesh. Then—no warning—Scott leaned in and licked a slow, wet stripe from taint to tailbone. The girls gasped, hands stuttering between their thighs. Lena’s breath came in short, sharp pants as she rubbed frantic circles over her clit, her free hand gripping the glass for balance. "Oh fuck," she whimpered, hips jerking when Scott’s tongue pressed flat against the other man’s hole, circling it lazily before spearing inside. Molly moaned, two fingers plunging deep inside herself, her other hand smearing her own slick up to her clit. "Look at his *tongue*," she panted. "God, he’s *eating* him—" Scott’s grip tightened on the guy’s hips as he devoured him, lips sealing around his rim to suck, tongue thrusting in and out in filthy, open-mouthed strokes. The guy shuddered, a broken noise tearing from his throat as his cock dripped onto the floor. Lena’s thighs trembled, her back arching as pleasure coiled tight. "I—*oh*—!" A sudden rush of wetness gushed down her thighs, splattering against the glass as her body clenched around nothing. Her knees nearly gave out, but Molly caught her, grinding shamelessly against her hip. Across from them, Scott pulled back, lips glistening. "Fuck, you taste good," he growled, giving the guy’s ass a rough slap before leaning in again—this time with his teeth, nipping at the flushed skin before sucking another bruise into it. The girls whimpered in unison, too far gone to care about anything but the raw, depraved show in front of them.

(The tall guy who got his ass ate by Scott is named Greg.) Focus on dialog as Molly talks to Lena about how much Scott's wrecked asshole, bulging balls, and cute cock, and his show with Greg turns her on. Lena seems partial to Greg and talks about how she loves his ass, balls, and cock.

Molly’s fingers twisted in Lena’s hair, tugging just enough to make her whimper. "Jesus, look at Scott’s hole," Molly panted, her voice rough. "Still gaping like he was *made* to take it. And those fucking balls—drooping like he’s been edged for *hours*." Lena bit her lip, her hand working faster between her thighs. "Mmm, Greg though—fuck, the way his ass *clenches* when Scott tongues him…" She let out a shaky moan as her hips jerked. "And his cock? *Thick*. Like he could split me in half." Molly laughed breathlessly, watching Scott drag his tongue up Greg’s taint before licking a slow circle around his hole. "Scott’s got a mouth on him, but *look* at that little cock of his," she mused, grinning as Scott’s neglected length twitched against his thigh. "Fuck, I’d ride him just to feel him squirm." Lena’s breath hitched as Greg arched higher, his balls swaying with the movement. "God, I’d let Greg wreck me," she admitted, free hand pressing against the glass. "I wanna hear him grunt when he shoves in—" Molly groaned, fingers plunging back inside herself. "We should make them *share* us," she breathed. "Scott stretching me while Greg fucks that pretty mouth of yours." Lena’s thighs trembled. "*Yes*—" Her fingers stuttered against her clit as another shudder ran through her. "Fuck, tell me more." Molly leaned in, lips brushing Lena’s ear. "Imagine Scott’s hole still loose from getting railed," she murmured, "while he’s pounding into me. And Greg? Bet he’d *growl* when you suck his balls." Lena moaned loudly, her hips bucking as another rush of wetness soaked her thighs. The men didn’t stop—Scott’s tongue working Greg open, Greg’s cock dripping, both of them putting on a show just for them.

Scott and Greg talk about how much they love spreading their asses for these girls and how depraved these girls are. The girls talk about putting on a final show for the day: deep-throating dildos and puking on each others' tits, accompanied by a big piss orgy, and then finally lining up and spreading their asses and wet cunts.

Scott pulled back from Greg’s twitching hole, lips slick with spit as he glanced over at the girls. "Fuck, they’re *wrecked*," he muttered, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip. Greg chuckled, still spread open, his own cock dripping onto the floor. "And you love it," he teased, throwing a smirk over his shoulder. "Bet you’d let them fist you right here if they asked." Scott grinned, landing a sharp slap on Greg’s ass. "Like you wouldn’t?" His fingers traced the rim of Greg’s hole, still glistening from his tongue. "Look at them—getting off just *watching* us. Filthy little sluts." Across the room, Lena dragged her nails down her thighs, breath hitching as Molly leaned in, their mouths almost touching. "Think they’re talking about us?" Lena whispered. Molly bit her lip, fingers twisting in her own hair. "God, I hope so." She let out a shaky laugh before hooking her arm around Lena’s neck. "Let’s give ‘em a *real* show." Her voice dropped low. "Deep-throat those dildos, choke ‘til we puke—cover each other in it." Lena moaned, already reaching for the nearest toy. "Then piss all over ourselves," she breathed, arching her back. "Let them *watch*." Molly’s grin was wicked as she grabbed Lena’s wrist, dragging her toward the couch. "Last act?" She winked. "Line up and *spread*—let ‘em see every inch." The men didn’t miss a beat—Greg rolled onto his back, legs splayed, while Scott knelt beside him, fingers teasing his own hole. "Better hurry up," Scott called, voice rough. "We don’t stay hard *forever*." Molly laughed—dark, breathless—and shoved the dildo toward Lena’s lips. "Oh, we *know*."

Describe Scott and Greg's show where they each get a dildo, lie on a mattress in a 69 position, and work the dildos into each others' asses. All the other guys get in a half-circle around them and cum and piss on them. Describe Molly, Lena, and the other girls get insanely turned on and making out with each other sloppily.

Greg shoved Scott onto the mattress, his grin feral as he grabbed a thick, veined dildo from the pile. "You first," he growled, straddling Scott's face in a rough 69. Scott barely had time to groan before Greg's weight settled over him, his ass hovering just above Scott's mouth—taunting, glistening. Scott spat on the dildo in his hand and pressed the tip to Greg's hole without warning, making him buck. "Fuck—*yeah*," Greg hissed, pushing back as the silicone stretched him open. Scott worked it deeper with slow, cruel precision, relishing the way Greg's thighs trembled. Meanwhile, the other guys closed in, circling the mattress, already stroking themselves. Some pissed casually onto Greg's back, hot streams splattering his shoulders, dripping down his spine. Others aimed for Scott's spread thighs, their cocks pulsing as they watched the dildos sink deeper. Molly and Lena were already tangled together on the floor, tongues sliding messily between moans. Lena's fingers were buried in Molly's cunt, her other hand fisting Molly's hair as Molly lapped at her throat. "Look at them," Lena gasped, breaking away just long enough to nod toward the writhing pile of men. "Fuck, I want their cum *everywhere*." Molly let out a ragged laugh, dragging Lena's face back to hers. "Then *earn* it." She shoved two fingers past Lena's lips, making her gag before pulling her in for another filthy kiss. Around them, the other girls were just as lost—nipples pinched, thighs slick, mouths hungry. Back on the mattress, Greg bottomed out on the dildo, his cock jerking as Scott's tongue finally—*finally*—licked a stripe up his taint. "Goddamn *right*," Greg panted, hips rolling. His own dildo was buried to the hilt in Scott now, and the choked groan Scott let out vibrated against his balls. One of the guys stepped closer, fist working his shaft. "Open up," he ordered, and Greg barely had time to turn his head before hot cum splashed across his cheek. Another followed, piss arching onto Scott's chest, mixing with the sweat and spit already coating him. The girls were practically *screaming*.

The other girls gather in a half-circle around Molly and Lena to piss and squirt on them. Describe how one pisses all over them while two others masturbate and squirt. Meanwhile, Molly and Lena open their asscracks and spread asscheeks wide. Describe Scott, Greg, and the guys trying deep-throating dildos and puking on themselves. Describe them puking on each other's cocks and balls.

The girls shifted into a tight huddle around Molly and Lena, their knees sinking into the wet floor. One girl, dark hair plastered to her neck, straddled them, her thighs trembling as a thick stream of piss gushed down over Lena’s breasts and Molly’s open mouth. Another knelt beside them, fingers frantically rubbing her clit until she arched, gasping—a gush of slick fluid splattering across Molly’s spread ass. Molly moaned, pushing her hips higher, her fingers hooking her own cheeks apart as Lena did the same, their holes glistening under the mess. "Fuck, *more*," Lena growled, twisting her face to catch the piss still dripping from the first girl’s cunt. Across the room, Scott choked around the dildo Greg was ramming down his throat, his eyes watering as spit and vomit spilled past his lips, coating Greg’s cock where it pressed against his cheek. Greg wasn’t faring much better—he gagged, his own stomach heaving, strings of puke splashing onto Scott’s balls as he tried to keep fucking himself on the toy buried in his ass. The other guys were a wreck—some doubled over, dicks still in their own mouths, heaving onto their chests. One collapsed forward, retching directly onto another’s erection before slumping back, laughing wildly. The girls rocked against each other, thighs soaked, as the last girl in their circle came hard, her squirt spraying across Lena’s face. Molly licked it off her lips, breathless, before dragging her nails down Lena’s back. "They’re *ruined*," she panted. Greg spat out a mouthful of bile, grinning. "So fucking worth it."

Describe Scott and Greg enjoying the taste of the dildos straight out of their asses. Describe Molly and Lena talking about how disgusting it is, but how much they love Scott and Greg's total lewdness, depravity, and willingness to degrade themselves for the girls. Describe Molly saying how much she loves degrading herself for the guys.

Scott yanked the dildo free from Greg’s ass with a slick *pop*, then immediately dragged his tongue up the length of it, coating his lips with the musky taste of sweat and lube. Greg groaned, watching before pulling the one from Scott’s throat—still dripping with spit and bile—and sucking it clean with a filthy, exaggerated moan. “Fuck, that’s rancid,” Scott laughed, but he didn’t stop, lapping at the silicone like he was starving. Molly and Lena watched from the slick mess on the floor, breath hitching. “Disgusting,” Lena muttered, but her thighs clenched as she said it, fingers digging into Molly’s hip. “You love it,” Molly rasped, pressing her ass higher into the air, still spread wide. “Look at them—fucking *animals*.” She shuddered as one of the guys stumbled over, dick glazed with vomit, and she leaned forward without hesitation, sucking him clean with a guttural moan. “I’d do *worse*,” she gasped, pulling off just long enough to grin up at him. “Make me filthier.” Greg grabbed Scott by the hair, shoving the dildo back into his mouth. “Swallow it,” he growled, as Scott’s eyes rolled back in bliss. The girls whimpered in unison, their own fingers working faster, slick sounds mingling with the groans of the room. Absolute depravity—and not a single regret.

(Remember that the guys and girls can't physically interact, because each sex is confined to their own orgy.) Describe a fisting and dildo orgy, simultaneous in each room. The guys fist and dildo each others' assholes while also sucking cocks. The guys fist and dildo each others' assholes and pussies. Describe and focus on dialog and description.

*(Men's Side)* Greg buried his fist to the wrist in Scott’s ass, knuckles stretching him obscenely as Scott choked on the dildo Greg had just fucked into his throat. Sweat rolled down Scott’s back, his own hand crammed into another guy’s hole, fingers twisting as the man beneath him bucked, groaning around a thick silicone cock. “Fuck, your ass is *hot*,” Greg snarled, grinding his fist deeper. Scott whimpered, drool dripping onto the floor as his free hand jerked another guy’s cock—already slick from spit and bile—into his mouth. Across the room, someone screamed as a massive toy disappeared into their ass, their own fingers plunging into another’s pussy, rubbing hard against the g-spot until they convulsed, squirting over the fist still working inside them. “Swallow it, bitch,” a voice growled, and the room filled with the wet, rhythmic slaps of fists and toys driving deeper. --- *(Women’s Side)* Lena screamed as Molly’s whole hand disappeared inside her, fingers curling as she rode the thrusts, her own slick gushing around Molly’s wrist. “Fuck—fuck, *ruin* me,” she sobbed, watching the other girls sink thick, vibrating dildos into each other’s cunts. Molly panted, her own hips rocking against nothing, desperate. “Wish they could see us,” she moaned, twisting her fingers inside Lena, feeling her clamp down. “See how *filthy* we are for them.” Another girl collapsed forward, her cunt stretched around a double-ended toy, her mouth stuffed with a dripping dildo as two others worked her ass with their hands. Gags turned to whimpers, then screams—everyone shaking, sweating, *drowning* in the mess. “Tell them,” Lena gasped, her back arching as Molly’s thumb pressed against her clit. Molly grinned, breathless. “We’re *worse*.”

Scott, Greg, and a third guy named Brian recline on the mattress. Describe how, with pillows under their butts, they lie back and work dildos into their assholes, pulling them out periodically in unison and show off their wrecked holes. They make kissy faces through the glass at the girls when they pull the dildos out, prompting the girls to giggle.

*(Men’s Side)* Scott sprawled back on the mattress, legs splayed wide, his ass propped up on a pillow as Greg and Brian mirrored him—three pairs of thighs trembling, three throats letting out ragged groans as they worked thick, glistening dildos in and out of themselves in slow, filthy unison. "*Fuck*—look at that," Greg panted, watching Brian’s hole gape obscenely as he pulled the toy free, the swollen rim twitching before he plunged it back in. Scott moaned, eyes rolling as his own stretched ass clenched around the shaft, his cock drooling onto his stomach. On three, they yanked the toys out again—*pop, pop, pop*—arching their backs to show off their gaping holes to the girls through the glass. Scott blew a sloppy kiss, grinning as his hole pulsed, slick and loose. --- *(Women’s Side)* Lena *howled* with laughter, her thighs shaking as she clapped. "Look at those *sluts*!" she gasped, while Molly collapsed against her, breathless. "They’re *begging* for it," another girl purred, pressing her face to the glass. "Bet they’d kill to feel us fist them right now." Molly bit her lip, watching them sink the dildos back in, their cocks jerking against their stomachs. "Wish we could *taste* them after," she muttered, grinding her hips into the air. Lena’s fingers dug into her own cunt, matching their rhythm. "Next time," she promised, voice wrecked. "*We wreck them next time.*"

Describe how the boys roll over onto their hands and knees and keep working the dildos into their assholes. A couple more guys cum and then piss on the three who are on the mattress. Someone catches cum on their lips and starts a makeout session with another guy. On the women's side, describe Lena continuing to call the guys sluts and dirty whores and disgusting, but that she loves it and so does Molly. Desribe Molly's thick ass waving in the air.

*(Men’s Side)* The three of them rolled onto their hands and knees, asses in the air, still working the dildos in deep—each thrust drawing ragged moans. Behind them, two guys grunted, hands pumping their cocks fast before unloading across their backs, hot streaks painting their skin. One groaned, piss joining the mess, golden streams splashing over Greg’s trembling thighs. Brian turned his head just in time to catch a thick rope of cum on his lips—then dragged another guy down into a filthy, open-mouthed kiss, tongues licking it clean. --- *(Women’s Side)* Lena slapped the glass, laughing. “Look at those *dirty whores*!” she gasped, voice dripping with delight. Molly arched her back, her thick ass swaying as she ground against nothing, her cunt glistening. “Disgusting,” Molly moaned, biting her knuckles. “*Perfect.*” Another girl straddled Lena from behind, riding her ass as they both watched. “Bet they’d drink *anything* right now,” she panted. Lena shivered. “Fuck yes.”

Describe Molly saying "Hold that thought!", then pissing into an ice bucket, deep-throating a dildo, and puking, then offering to Lena and other girls. They are able to arrange to have the bucket sent across to the men's side; the girls offer a challenge: drink it. Describe Scott, Greg, Brian slowly, tentatively pouring and gingerly tasting, then completely breaking down and loving drinking the girls' piss and bile. Describe that the guys are so turned on that 2 of them are able to cum in the bucket. Describe how Scott and Greg are able to put on a show of spread asshole to make 2 more guys come in the bucket. The guys piss and send the bucket back to the girls' side.

*(Women’s Side)* Molly’s smirk was wicked as she grabbed the ice bucket. “Hold that thought!” she purred, hitching her skirt up and squatting over it, piss splashing noisily inside. She snatched a dildo off the table, gagging herself on it until her throat convulsed—then puked thickly into the golden pool, mixing it with a groan. “Your turn,” she gasped, offering it to Lena, who added her own stream before passing it to the next girl. One of them buzzed the intercom. “Bottoms up, sluts.” --- *(Men’s Side)* The bucket slid through the pass-through. Scott dipped a finger in, hesitated—then lapped it up with a broken moan. Greg followed, gulping deep before shuddering. “*Fuck*,” Brian choked, but he couldn’t stop drinking, the others crowding in, slurping greedily. Two guys came almost instantly, spurting into the bucket, their cocks twitching. Scott and Greg bent over, spreading their slick, gaping holes—another pair groaned, unloading into the mess. Finally, they pissed in unison, the liquid sloshing, before sending it back. --- *(Women’s Side)* Lena lifted the reeking bucket, laughing. “*Good boys.*” Molly licked her lips, watching them pant. “Next round?”