Pane of Desire 3

This is part 3 of my Pane of Desire story. To recap: In my fantasy world, there are two hotel suites separated by a very large window. The sexes are kept separate: men on one side, women on the other. About a dozen people are on each side of the window. Both groups of people are horny, and the only way they can get off is with people of the same sex. They enjoy watching the opposite sex getting off with each other. Describe how Molly, Lena, and the girls have come to a new conclusion: the men's orgy is filthier, the men are truly disgusting, but they secretly (but actually not-so-secretly) love how depraved they are. The girls are lewd, but the boys are *truly* degenerate. Scott (small but cute cock and supple, lewd, loose ass), Greg (tall, big cock, handsome), and Brian (small, cute cock and tight asshole) are our main 3 guys.

The glass between the suites fogged with the heat of bodies pressed against it—tongues dragging, fingers smearing streaks of desperation. On the women’s side, Lena’s thighs squeezed around Molly’s face while two others worked her with hungry mouths, but her gaze was locked on the men’s suite. “Fucking *filthy*,” she panted, watching Greg’s thick cock plunge into Scott’s ass while Brian rode his face, his own tight hole bouncing on Scott’s tongue. Scott’s moans were muffled, his small cock dripping untouched, his ass gaped and glistening. The men moved like animals, no rhythm, just greed—Greg fucking into Scott’s wrecked hole one second, then shoving Brian onto his back to tongue his ass the next. Molly surfaced from between Lena’s legs, lips slick. “They’re worse than us,” she breathed, grinning. Lena arched, grinding against Molly’s mouth again. “Because they don’t pretend.” Across the glass, Scott came untouched, his whine high and shameless as Greg kept pounding him, Brian laughing against his ear—*degenerate, perfect*.

Describe Scott taking a break to bend over and show his destroyed hole to the girls, and they watch it gape. Describe Molly and Lena watching and loving it all. Describe their conversation about how they were correct about the guys drinking whatever they ask, like their piss and vomit. Describe how both Molly and Lena love how the guys willingly and lewdly drank down their piss and vomit.

Scott stumbled back from Greg, his knees wobbling as he turned toward the glass—his small, dripping cock bouncing with each step. He bent over, spreading his cheeks with both hands, his hole already stretched wide and glistening under the suite's lights. A slow, shameless gape followed, the muscle struggling to close as he moaned for the women watching. Molly’s fingers dug into Lena’s thigh. “Look at that,” she hissed, biting her lip. “They *ruined* him.” Lena exhaled sharply, grinding down against Molly’s tongue again. “And he loves it. They all do.” She tilted her head, watching Brian crawl over to lap at Scott’s stretched rim, slurping audibly even through the glass. “Remember when we made them drink from us? No hesitation—just opened their fucking mouths.” Molly chuckled darkly. “Greg swallowed my piss like it was champagne. And Scott?” She shuddered, recalling the way he’d licked his lips after Lena had vomited down his throat. “Disgusting. Perfect.” Lena’s hips jerked as she came, her laugh breathless. “Told you they were worse.”

Describe how Lena calls the men "fucking disgusting perverts" and Molly says she loves how they can be even more depraved than the girls and they giggle and make out. Describe how the guys see them making out, so they make out with each other: Greg snogs Scott, Brian makes out with a sexy 18-y.o. twink kid while they finger each others' assholes

Lena dragged her nails down Molly’s back as they kissed, tongues sliding together, lips smearing gloss and spit. “Fucking *disgusting perverts*,” she murmured against Molly’s mouth, jerking her chin toward the men’s suite. Molly grinned, biting Lena’s lower lip before pulling back. “And that’s why I love them. Who knew they’d out-slut us?” They both laughed, breathless, as Molly leaned in to suck a bruise into Lena’s collarbone. Across the glass, the men watched—Greg’s hand tightening in Scott’s hair as he crushed their mouths together, tongues pushing past swollen lips. Brian had pulled the new twink into his lap, their fingers buried in each other’s asses, the kid’s moans muffled against Brian’s neck as he rocked back onto two eager digits. “Jesus,” Scott panted against Greg’s lips, his own fingers working Brian’s stretched hole in return. “They’re *watching* us—” Greg chuckled, low and rough. “Good.” He bit Scott’s bottom lip, pulling back just enough to see the girls *still* staring, still kissing, still touching. “Let them see how fucking depraved we really are.”

(The new twink is named Daniel.) Describe Brian and Daniel's makeout session with lots of tongue and spit and their fingering each others' asses with 3 or 4 fingers. Describe Molly and Lena getting off and still talking about how they're lewd but the men are downright disgusting and depraved. Describe them groping each others' boobs and nipples. They kiss each others' nipples.

Brian’s fingers pushed deeper into Daniel, the twink’s tight hole fluttering around three slick digits as their tongues wrestled messily between them. Spit dripped down their chins, the wet sounds of their makeout session mixing with the lewd squelch of Daniel’s fingers working Brian’s ass just as roughly. “Fuck, you take it *good*,” Brian growled, crooking his fingers to make Daniel gasp—back arching as his cock twitched, precum smearing against Brian’s stomach. Daniel whimpered, pulling Brian’s bottom lip between his teeth before diving back in, their kisses sloppy and hungry. “More,” he begged, pushing his hips back to take a fourth finger. On the other side of the glass, Lena had Molly’s nipple between her teeth, rolling the stiff peak as her hand kneaded the other breast. “Pathetic,” she murmured, flicking her tongue over the hardened bud. “Look at them—acting like fucking *animals*.” Molly moaned, arching into Lena’s mouth. “At least we have *some* class.” Her own hands slid up Lena’s top, pinching her nipples through the lace of her bra before tugging it down to suck one into her mouth. Lena laughed breathlessly, grinding her thigh between Molly’s legs. “Liar. You *love* how nasty they are.” Molly didn’t deny it—just bit down gently and moaned.

Describe Molly admitting Lena's right: Molly LOVES Scott's wrecked asshole and heavy balls. She loves his drooping ballsack and how it dangles between his legs. Describe how they look over at Scott and see his ruined asshole and saggy balls. Describe Molly trying to deny what Lena was saying, when really she actually does love the men's depravity. Describe Brian enjoying the feel of Daniel's tight twink asshole and how cute Daniel is. Describe how Lena and Molly both think Daniel is very cute and sexy.

Molly’s breath hitched as Lena’s fingers twisted her nipple—hard—forcing a whine from her throat. “Admit it,” Lena purred, nodding toward Scott’s sprawled form. “You *love* how fucking wrecked he is.” Scott was bent forward, Greg’s fingers still buried in him, his flushed, used hole glistening under the lights. His balls hung heavy between his thighs, swaying slightly as he rocked back onto Greg’s hand. Molly swallowed. “I—fuck, *no*,” she lied, but her thighs clenched anyway. Lena smirked, biting Molly’s earlobe. “Liar. You get *wet* watching his nasty, stretched-out ass and those fat, sagging balls.” Molly moaned, her cunt throbbing in time with the filthy slap of skin from the other room. “*Fine*,” she gasped. “I love it. I love how fucking *used* he looks.” Across the glass, Brian groaned, his thick fingers pistoning in and out of Daniel’s tight hole. The twink was whimpering, his pretty face flushed, lips swollen from kissing. “Look at him,” Lena murmured, her own pulse jumping. “So fucking cute, taking it like a good little slut.” Molly licked her lips. “Yeah,” she admitted. “Fuck, yeah he is.” Brian growled, squeezing Daniel’s ass. “So fucking tight, baby. You’re killing me.” Daniel just moaned, pushing back harder.

Describe Brian fucking Daniel's asshole with his cute, modestly-sized (you can call it "little") cock. Describe the girls' gathering around the window to watch Daniel getting fucked (they haven't seen the twink get fucked yet) and getting dripping wet at how destroyed his asshole gets. A couple of them piss into the ice bucket and pass it over to the guys to sip.

Brian’s cock pressed against Daniel’s stretched hole—modest in length but thick enough to make the twink gasp as it stretched him wider. "That’s it, baby," Brian muttered, pushing in slow, reveling in the tight, hot clench around him. Daniel whimpered, back arching, his fingers scrambling for purchase on the sheets as his asshole fluttered around the intrusion. Lena dragged Molly closer to the glass, their hips pressed together as they watched. "Look at him," Lena breathed, her fingers digging into Molly’s waist. "His hole’s *gaping* already." Molly bit her lip, thighs slick as she watched Brian bottom out, Daniel’s tight little body taking every inch. One of the other girls, panting, crouched over the ice bucket, her piss splashing into the melting cubes. She passed it to Lena, who smirked before handing it through the cracked door. "Stay hydrated," she purred. Brian laughed, grabbing the bucket without breaking his rhythm. He took a long sip, then tilted it toward Daniel’s lips. The twink drank greedily, his throat bobbing as Brian started fucking him harder, his cock plunging deep with every thrust. "Fuck, he’s *ruined*," Molly moaned, grinding against Lena’s thigh. "I want to see his hole when they’re done." Lena just laughed, low and knowing.

Describe Molly admiring and loving Daniel's stretched-out hole when they're done fucking. Concentrate on dialog between Molly and Lena. Describe what happens after Lena says, "All right, boys, line up and spread your asscheeks for us!"

Lena’s command sent a shiver through the room. Brian pulled out with a wet *pop*, leaving Daniel’s hole twitching and gaped open—puffy, flushed, and glistening under the lights. The twink panted, chest heaving as he rolled onto his back, his legs still spread shamelessly. Molly’s breath hitched. “Jesus. Look at him,” she murmured, stepping as close as the glass allowed. “So fucking *open*.” Her fingers pressed against the barrier, tracing the outline of his ruined rim in the air. “Like he’ll never close up again.” Lena smirked, bumping her hip against Molly’s. “Told you you’d want to lick the glass.” Daniel whined, squirming under their gaze, his hole fluttering helplessly. Molly’s thighs pressed together, arousal dripping down her inner thighs. “Could watch him take cock all night,” she admitted, biting her lip. “Just wrecked and *hungry* for it.” Behind them, Scott and Greg were already dropping their pants, turning to press their asses against the glass—cheeks spread, waiting. Lena dragged her nails down Molly’s arm. “Don’t get distracted, baby,” she purred, nodding toward the lineup. “Plenty more to admire.” Molly exhaled, sharp and wanting. “Yeah? Who’s first?” Lena’s grin was wicked. “*All* of them.”

Describe Lena telling the men to all line up and spread their asses against the glass, just for Molly's pleasure (and Lena's and the other girls secondarily). Then describe the guys spreading their asscheeks while Molly and Lena fawn over their blown-out holes and drooping, heavy balls. The girls play with each others' nipples as they watch.

Lena leaned in close to the glass, her breath fogging it slightly as she tapped her nails against the surface. "That's it, boys—line up, ass to glass. Let us see what you've got." One by one, they obeyed, pressing their spread cheeks against the cool barrier—Scott’s thick thighs flexing as he pulled himself open, Greg’s looser hole still glistening from earlier, and Daniel, still wrecked and twitching, his swollen rim struggling to clench around nothing. Their balls hung heavy between their legs, swaying slightly with each shift of their hips. Molly’s fingers found Lena’s nipple through the thin fabric of her dress, pinching just hard enough to make her gasp. "Fuck, look at them," Molly moaned, her other hand sliding down to palm herself through her soaked panties. "That one—Scott’s—you can *see* how deep he’s been fucked." Lena arched into her touch, her own fingers teasing Molly’s stiff peak in return. "Mm, and Greg’s just *begging* for it again," she murmured, nodding at the way his hole pulsed, pink and slack. "Bet he’d take a fist right now if we told him to." Daniel whimpered, pressing his ass harder against the glass, his cock dribbling precum onto the floor. The girls laughed, their fingers working each other’s nipples harder, twisting in time with the men’s shallow breaths. Lena’s teeth grazed Molly’s ear. "Want them to beg for us next?"

Describe Molly and Lena saying "Aw, poor Daniel, he'd love us to touch his asshole!" Describe Molly respondig to Lena's comment about Greg taking a fist: "Daniel, do you think you could give Greg a hand?" Describe what happens when Molly says to the men, "Boys, who wants to drink more girl piss and puke?"

Lena’s thumb rubbed slow circles over Molly’s nipple as she cooed at the glass. *"Aw, poor Daniel. Look how desperate he is—bet he’d *love* us to touch that pretty little asshole."* Molly’s laugh was breathless, her hips rocking against her own hand. *"Fuck, you’re right."* She tilted her head toward Greg’s gaping hole, still glistening. *"Daniel, baby—think you could give Greg a hand? Or maybe… a fist?"* Daniel’s breath hitched, his cock jerking as he nodded eagerly, saliva slicking his lips. *"P-please—"* Before he could finish, Molly’s free hand smacked the glass, making them all jump. *"Boys! Who’s thirsty for more girl piss and puke?"* A chorus of ragged *yeses* and *fuck, please* filled the room, their assholes clenching in anticipation. Scott was the first to drop to his knees, mouth open like a starving man. Greg followed, his tongue already out, while Daniel whined, hips bucking toward nothing. Lena nipped Molly’s earlobe. *"Greedy fucking sluts,"* she purred, dragging her palm down Molly’s stomach, fingers dipping under her waistband. *"Let’s give them what they’re begging for."*

Describe Lena and Molly getting carried away and making out while they finger each others' tits, pussies, and assholes. Describe Lena talking about how it was good that they admitted the men are more depraved, because now they can establish that the women are superior. (But they do it with good humor and they laugh about how pathetic the men are without mocking them too much.) But the women do call the men sluts and whores a few times. The women tell the men to jerk off on a granola bar that they get from the minibar. The guys gather around it naked and begin to jerk off. While they're jerking off, Greg grabs Scott's ass, and Brian grabs Daniel's.

Lena’s fingers twisted deeper into Molly’s panties, her other hand squeezing her breast roughly as their tongues tangled, hot and slick. Molly moaned into the kiss, her own fingers plunging into Lena’s dripping cunt, thumb circling her clit in fast, teasing strokes. *"Fuck, they *admit* they’re depraved,"* Lena gasped against Molly’s mouth, biting her lower lip. *"Makes it so much easier to remind them who’s *really* in charge."* She laughed, grinding her hips against Molly’s hand. Molly smirked, sliding two fingers into her own pussy, then pressing them to Lena’s lips. *"Mm, sluts like them *need* to be put in their place. Look at them—already shaking just watching us."* Lena sucked Molly’s fingers clean with a filthy pop, then nodded toward the minibar. *"Go on, boys—grab that granola bar."* Her voice dripped with mocking sweetness. *"Let’s see how much you can cover it."* The men didn’t hesitate, scrambling toward the snack, their cocks already leaking as they stroked themselves. Greg’s hand groped Scott’s ass, kneading the firm muscle while Brian pulled Daniel against him, grinding their hard lengths together. *"Such desperate little whores,"* Molly sighed, pinching Lena’s nipple as she watched them jerk off in a feverish huddle. *"Bet they’d eat it right off the wrapper when we tell them to."* Lena grinned, dragging her tongue up Molly’s neck. *"Oh, we’re *definitely* making them do that."*

Focus on dialog. Describe how Daniel is the last one to cum. (He's not that turned on after cumming a couple times.) This means he has to eat the granola bar with everyone's cum on it. Describe how Molly makes another guy drip cum off the wrapper into his mouth first. Describe Lena telling Daniel that instead of eating the granola bar, he can choose to bend over and spread his cheeks. Describe Molly getting mad at Lena for telling Daniel off easy. (But she's actually not that mad.)

*"Come *on*, Daniel,"* Scott groaned, his cock twitching as his release spattered over the granola bar. *"We’re waiting."* Greg wiped a glistening strand off the wrapper and flicked it toward Daniel’s mouth, grinning as it landed on his tongue. *"There—now you’ve *tasted* it. Stop being a fucking tease."* Daniel’s nose wrinkled, but he swallowed, shifting his weight as his half-hard dick struggled to cooperate. *"I—I just need a sec—"* *"Or,"* Lena cut in, running a hand through her hair, *"you could bend over instead. Spread those pretty cheeks, let us see if you’re half as desperate as you pretend to be."* Molly scoffed, rolling her eyes—but her smirk gave her away. *"Bullshit. He’s eating the damn bar."* She grabbed Brian’s wrist, guiding his still-dripping cock over the wrapper. *"Open up, Danny."* A thick drop splashed onto Daniel’s lips before he could protest. He licked it away with a shiver, then sighed, reaching for the sticky mess. *"Fuck… fine."* Lena winked at Molly. *"Next time, we make him beg for it."* Molly laughed, shoving Daniel’s shoulder. *"Oh, he *will.*"*

Describe Daniel taking a bite of the bar with a lot of cum on it, and then opening his mouth and gaping to show the cum. Describe the girls talking and deciding that it's their turn to give the guys a show. Describe them bending over and showing their assholes and pussies, and then some girls reclining on a mattress and the other girls fisting them while they cum.

Daniel took a reluctant bite of the sticky granola bar, his jaw working slowly as the thick layer of cum coated his tongue. He held it in his mouth for a beat, then opened wide—glistening strands stretching between his teeth as the others laughed. *"Good boy,"* Molly purred, dragging a fingernail down his chest. *"But now it’s *our* turn."* Lena stretched lazily, then turned, bending at the waist to show off her glistening pussy and tight asshole to the room. *"You’ve all been so *good*—might as well let you watch something worth jerking off to."* Molly joined her, arching her back as she spread her cheeks, giving them a full view. The guys groaned—even Daniel’s cock twitched back to life. Then Lena straddled the mattress, lying back as Molly knelt between her thighs. *"Fist me,"* Lena ordered, breath already hitching as Molly’s fingers teased her entrance. Molly didn’t hesitate—she worked three fingers in, then four, twisting deep until Lena’s thighs trembled. *"Fuck—*yes*—"* Lena gasped, back bowing off the bed. The guys stroked themselves faster, cum dripping onto the carpet as they watched Molly’s wrist disappear inside Lena, her other hand rubbing furious circles on her clit. *"Next,"* Molly growled when Lena came, shuddering around her fist. *"Who’s hungry?"*

Describe half the guys and one girl raising their hands, and since the girl is the only one who can eat Lena out, she kneels between her legs. (This girl is named Stephanie or Steph.) Steph is nude and really gets down to eat Lena out, showing off her nice ass. Another girl, Petra, gets down and fingers Steph's asshole. Desribe the scene.

Half the guys raised their hands—Scott, Greg, and Daniel—but Stephanie was the only one who moved, already naked and grinning as she knelt between Lena’s spread thighs. *"Someone’s eager,"* Lena teased, arching into Steph’s mouth the second her tongue dragged through her folds. Steph moaned, gripping Lena’s hips as she ate her out with wet, messy strokes, her own ass high in the air. Petra licked her lips, then crawled behind Steph, running a fingertip down the curve of her ass. *"Look at you, fucking desperate,"* she muttered before pressing two fingers against Steph’s tight hole. Steph gasped, pausing only for a second before diving back in, nose buried in Lena’s cunt as Petra worked her open. The guys groaned, jerking off faster at the sight—Lena writhing under Steph’s tongue, Petra’s fingers sinking knuckle-deep into Steph’s ass with every thrust. *"Fuck, she’s *hollow*,"* Petra growled, curling her fingers just right to make Steph whimper. Lena’s thighs clamped around Steph’s head as she came, grinding against her mouth while Petra fucked Steph harder, her other hand spanking her reddening ass. *"Next,"* Lena panted, pushing Steph’s face deeper. *"Don’t stop."*

Describe how Molly steps up to take Steph's place, exclaiming, "Wow, a second call of *next!*" and how Scott and Greg bend over and show their assholes to the girls for inspiration. Describe how Molly and Lena are still captivated by their assholes, licking their lips and licking the glass.

Molly wiped her glistening fingers on her thigh before stepping forward with a grin. *"Wow, a second call of *next!*"* she laughed, nudging Steph aside as she took her place between Lena’s legs. Her tongue replaced Steph’s in one smooth motion, lapping up Lena’s slick with hungry, open-mouthed strokes. Across the room, Scott and Greg didn’t hesitate—they bent forward, spreading their cheeks to show off their assholes to the watching women. Petra whistled low, while Steph, still catching her breath, crawled over to inspect them, running her thumbs along their tight rims. Lena moaned into the mattress, arching as Molly’s tongue flicked faster, but even lost in pleasure, her eyes dragged over to Scott and Greg. *"Fuck, look at them,"* she panted, biting her lip. Molly pulled back just long enough to glance over, licking her lips at the sight. *"Bet they taste as good as they look,"* she murmured before diving back in, her fingers joining her tongue inside Lena’s cunt. Steph leaned in, pressing a teasing kiss to Scott’s hole, making him groan. *"You like that?"* she whispered, tracing it again with her tongue. Lena’s breath hitched, watching through half-lidded eyes as the guys squirmed, their cocks dripping onto the floor. *"Don’t stop,"* she begged—no idea if she was talking to Molly, Steph, or the room at large. But no one had any intention of stopping.

(Remember that the guys and girls can't physically interact, because the men's orgy and women's orgy are in different rooms.) Describe Molly fantasizing about the taste of Scott and Greg's assholes. Describe Greg bending over Daniel and giving him a hard fucking, because Greg's the Daddy. Describe Lena perving over Greg fucking Daniel. Focus on dialog.

*(The scene splits—both parties locked in their own separate, filthy orbits.)* Molly’s fingers worked Lena’s clit in tight circles, but her eyes stayed fixed on the glass, watching Greg’s thick cock disappear into Daniel again and again. She dragged her tongue over her teeth, imagining the musky heat of his asshole, how it’d taste after hours of sweat and fucking. *"God, I’d lick him *clean*,"* she moaned against Lena’s thigh. Lena’s laugh was ragged. *"Which one?"* *"Both,"* Molly admitted, nipping at Lena’s skin. *"But Greg first—bet his hole’s all stretched and *salty* from pounding Daniel like that."* On the other side of the glass, Greg had Daniel pinned on all fours, his thrusts deep and possessive. *"Take it, boy,"* he growled, slapping Daniel’s ass hard enough to leave a handprint. Daniel’s choked *"Fuck, *Daddy*—"* had Lena’s thighs clenching around Molly’s head. *"Jesus, listen to him,"* she panted. *"Greg’s *owning* him."* Molly slowed her tongue, savoring the way Greg’s balls slapped against Daniel’s ass with every thrust. *"Wish I could hear them better,"* she muttered. Lena hooked a leg over Molly’s shoulder, pulling her closer. *"Just *watch*,"* she ordered, grinding down as Greg’s pace turned brutal, Daniel’s moans loud even through the glass. Molly obeyed—licking, fucking, *fantasizing*—until the room smelled like sweat and want and the guys’ frantic rhythm burned behind her eyelids.

Daniel continues to call Greg "Daddy" with repeated cries of "Fuck, Daddy!" "Fuck YES, Daddy, gimme more!" etc. Greg fucks Daniel HARD, and Lena, Molly, Steph, Petra, and the other girls get off on it. Describe Daniel lying down, getting fucked, turning his head and licking the glass of the window, actually making out with the window as Steph and Petra squirt on the other side of the window. Daniel cums a bit from Greg fucking him, and he also comes on the other side of the window. Scott just randomly decides to show his busted asshole by spreading his cheeks for the ladies.

Daniel’s breath fogged the glass as Greg hammered into him, his hips slamming relentlessly against his ass. *"Fuck, *Daddy*, don’t stop—*please*,"* he begged, arching back into every thrust. His tongue dragged over the window in messy, open-mouthed kisses, saliva smearing against the surface as if he could taste the women just beyond it. Steph and Petra pressed against the glass from the other side, grinding their slick cunts together, their moans muffled but unmistakable. Petra’s fingers dug into her own thighs as she came, her thighs shaking, while Steph gasped, watching Daniel’s tongue work against the barrier between them. *"Jesus, look at him,"* Lena panted, rolling her hips against Molly’s still-working mouth. *"Fucking *begging* for it like a slut."* Greg’s grip on Daniel’s hips tightened, his cock driving deeper with every snap of his pelvis. *"Take it, boy,"* he grunted, sweat dripping down his back. *"Take every fucking inch."* Daniel’s cock jerked, spurting against the glass as Greg’s thrusts milked him dry, his moans cracking into broken whimpers. Meanwhile, Scott dropped to his knees, spreading his cheeks wide to display his stretched, used hole for the women. *"Still hungry?"* he teased, grinning over his shoulder. Molly groaned against Lena’s clit. *"Fuck, *yes*."*

Describe Molly licking her lips thinking about eating Scott's abused asshole. Describe Molly thinking she's never been more turned on than when he displays his worn hole. Describe Lena admiring Scott's used hole and encouraging Molly to eat it, if they ever get out of this crazy hotel. Describe both rooms introducing an intermission by both lining up to spread their asscheeks against the window, and how this makes both Molly and Scott hungry. (As well as Lena, Steph, Petra, Greg, Brian, Daniel, and others...)

Molly's tongue flicked over her lips as Scott's abused hole twitched under the hungry gazes from both sides of the glass. She'd seen plenty of well-used asses before, but something about the swollen rim, the faint shine of slickness still clinging to him, made her clit throb. *"God, look at that,"* Lena murmured, her fingers tightening in Molly's hair. *"Bet it's still loose enough to shove a fist in. You'd suck him *clean*, wouldn't you?"* Molly exhaled, rough. *"Wouldn't leave a drop."* Across the glass, Greg pressed his palm flat against the barrier, smearing Daniel’s cum as he smirked. *"Orders, ladies?"* Lena laughed, low and wicked. *"Line up."* In seconds, bodies pressed against the glass—cheeks spread, holes on display. Steph’s pussy dripped against the surface while Petra arched, showing off her own ass, still glistening from earlier. Daniel licked his lips, watching Molly. Scott grinned, breath fogging the barrier. *"Starving yet?"* Molly's fingers dug into Lena's thighs. *"Fuck yes."* The hunger wasn’t just hers—Greg’s cock twitched, Brian’s fist tightened around his shaft, and Lena’s hips rocked in silent agreement. The game was set. All they needed was the door to open.

Describe Greg commenting "But of course, they won't let us open the door yet." Describe Molly and Scott meeting each other at the window. Molly talks sexy about Scott's destroyed ass and how she'd love to eat it. Describe the men deciding to drive the girls wide again by lining up and spreading their ass cheeks.

Greg chuckled darkly, pressing his forehead against the glass. *"But of course, they won't let us open the door yet."* His fingers curled possessively around Daniel’s waist as if to remind everyone who’d been claiming what. Molly dragged her nails down the barrier, her breath hitching as she locked eyes with Scott. *"Look at that wrecked hole,"* she purred, her tongue darting out again. *"Bet I could taste Greg *and* Daniel in you. Bet you’d fucking whimper when I licked you raw."* Scott groaned, his cock jerking against the glass. *"Try me."* Behind him, Brian and Greg exchanged a smirk before turning, pressing their asses to the window—cheeks spread, muscles flexing in deliberate display. Daniel followed, still trembling from his last orgasm, his hole flushed and twitching. Lena bit her lip. *"Oh, you *bastards*."* Steph and Petra didn’t hesitate, grinding against the glass, their slick coating the surface. The room hummed with the sound of ragged breathing, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air. Greg’s voice was gravel. *"Still hungry?"* Molly’s answer was immediate. *"Starving."* The door remained locked. The game wasn’t over yet.

Describe Greg and Scott finding a marker and getting and idea. They start to write depraved slogans on Daniel's body, starting with a big word "SLUT" on his ass cheeks. He spreads his cheeks and hole up against the glass. Greg and Scott join him, and the girls stare and admire the show.

Greg snatched the marker from the counter, his grin sharp as he uncapped it with his teeth. *"Found our entertainment."* Scott didn’t hesitate—he yanked Daniel forward, turning him to press his bare ass against the glass. The marker hissed as Greg scrawled **SLUT** in bold, black letters across his cheeks, the tip dragging teasingly over his trembling hole. Daniel moaned, arching his back, hands spreading himself wider. *"Fuck—"* Scott added his own touch, circling Daniel’s swollen rim with the marker before writing **USE ME** just beneath Greg’s work. They stepped back, admiring their handiwork as Daniel rocked his hips, smearing the ink slightly against the glass. Greg and Scott flanked him, pressing their own asses to the barrier—cheeks spread, holes on display. The trio was a lewd tableau, skin glistening, muscles taut with anticipation. Molly’s breath hitched, her fingers slipping between her own thighs. *"Jesus Christ."* Lena licked her lips, eyes locked on the marked skin. *"Look at that fucking canvas."* Petra’s laugh was breathless. *"They’re *begging* for it."* Greg’s voice dripped with smug satisfaction. *"Like what you see?"* The girls’ hungry silence was answer enough. The marker wasn’t done yet.

The boys pass the marker through the hatch to the ladies. They write more degrading slogans on each others' bodies, like SLUT and WHORE. Then they line up and spread their ass cheeks and pussies against the glass, creating big wet spots that the guys pretend to lick (but it's on the wrong side of the glass). Describe the guys showing their asses back, with their heavy, fat balls also pressed sexily against the glass.

Greg tossed the marker through the hatch, his smirk widening as Molly snatched it midair. She wasted no time—grabbing Steph’s wrist and dragging her close, scrawling **WHORE** in jagged letters across her thigh before dipping the tip teasingly between her soaked lips. Steph gasped, hips jerking, her wetness smearing the ink as Molly moved on to Lena, branding her stomach with **FUCKTOY** in bold, sloppy strokes. The girls lined up, pressing flush against the glass—ass cheeks spread, pussies glistening, leaving slick streaks where they ground against the barrier. Daniel groaned, dragging his tongue over the surface in exaggerated, lewd swipes, his nose bumping where Petra’s clit would be if not for the partition. Greg and Scott followed, their thick cocks trapped between their stomachs and the glass, heavy balls pressed tight, veins prominent as they rutted mockingly against the unseen heat. Brian dropped low, spreading his ass wide, hole clenching as he teased his own rim with a fingertip. *"Miss me?"* he taunted, voice rough. Molly’s marker paused at the sight, her breath ragged. *"You’re all fucking animals."* Greg’s laugh was dark. *"And you love it."* The air reeked of sweat and desperation, the glass fogging under their shared heat.