Chapter 31
Queen’s Sin
Part 1 -Boarding the Sin
The Queen’s Sin looked like something stolen straight from a billionaire’s wet dream, black and gold hull glinting under the marina lights, a gentle thrum of engines humming like the promise of a secret. You could practically taste the money in the air, top shelf liquor, perfume, salt, sex. The upper deck stretched wide, with sleek teak floors that gleamed under recessed lights, glass railings reflecting the marina’s glow, and plush velvet lounges dotted with gold-trimmed tables holding crystal flutes and tiny trays of caviar. Subtle spotlights traced the curves of the yacht, illuminating each deck in a warm, inviting shimmer.
They made them wait, of course they did.
Vivienne, Monica, and Isabel sat prim and pretty on the upper deck, glittering in silk dresses that could be ripped off with one yank. Their husbands hovered close, pretending they still held the power when everyone knew they were just here to watch their bank accounts shrink and their wives melt.
The center of the deck remained deliberately open, a soft, padded cushion ready for whatever wild scene was about to unfold, while the subtle lighting traced the yacht’s curves and the plush lounges hugged the sides.
Then they arrived.
Tommy came first, white dress shirt undone at the neck, sleeves pushed up just enough to show the veins on his forearms. He led the trio like a king claiming tribute, Katherine’s heels clicking behind him, robe slipping open with every sway of her hips to flash that black mesh that made grown men drool. Jess’s neon micro-dress rode so high her ass cheeks winked at the crew as they boarded, ponytail high and wicked. And Ayla, sweet, shy Ayla, trailing last, wrapped in her trench coat like she was innocent. Everyone knew better.
Vivienne’s wine glass paused halfway to her lips. Her eyes flicked to Monica, then Isabel, that quiet grin only a woman with a filthy secret could wear.
Monica squeezed her husband’s thigh under the table, nails digging in just a little when Tommy’s dick print showed through those tailored pants. The husbands already looked like they’d lost the game before it started.
They didn’t say a word until Katherine stepped right up to the edge of the lounge, the queen on her throne, eyes gleaming under the glow of the yacht’s lights. She let the robe slip just enough for the wives to see the straps biting into her hips. She didn’t need to say look, they were already staring.
Tommy’s voice was low, lazy, rich with that cocky promise. “We heard you wanted a show.” He dragged his eyes over each husband, each wife. A grin tugged at his mouth when he caught Vivienne’s thighs pressed tight together under her gown.
Vivienne’s tongue darted out, wetting those plump, perfect lips. “We’re paying for it, baby. So make it worth every penny.”
Jess laughed, tipping her sunglasses down, even though the sun was long gone. “Oh, we will. You ready to see your pretty husbands lose their minds while we fuck each other stupid?”
Ayla let out a soft, wicked little laugh from behind her coat collar, peeking up at Tommy, eyes wide, that shy heat that made her look edible. He hooked a thumb under her chin, dragging her gaze back to the watching wives. “They’ll pay extra for that blush, sweetheart.”
Katherine’s smirk dripped filth. “They’ll pay for every inch they see. And maybe more if they’re lucky enough to taste.”
Monica leaned forward, cleavage spilling over the edge of her dress, her husband’s knuckles white where they gripped the arm of his chair. Her voice was a breathy purr, “God, don’t tease us, Katherine. Show us how you make them beg.”
A tiny click of glass, Vivienne raised her flute. “To the Queen’s Sin,” she purred, voice velvet-wrapped poison. “And the greedy little sluts about to make us ruin ourselves.”
Tommy’s grin widened, that big cocky bastard who knew every penny they’d drop was already his. He pressed close behind Ayla, sliding a hand down her side, tugging open her trench coat with one finger under the collar. The fabric slipped to the floor, revealing that sheer bra, the crotchless thong, the delicate garter clips clinging to her soft thighs.
Ayla leaned back against him, body melting into his chest, heat radiating off her as a sharp, low gasp escaped one of the husbands. Vivienne’s eyes glittered at the sight, captivated by every slick, teasing movement.
Katherine laughed low, that queen’s purr, “Oh baby, don’t hide. They’re paying to see every sweet, sticky part of you tonight.”
Ayla pressed back into Tommy, his heat and weight grounding her as she shivered with anticipation. The yacht’s soft lights danced across the slick curves of their bodies, catching Jess’s wicked grin and Katherine’s icy, commanding smirk. Beyond the glass railings, the ocean stretched out like a hungry shadow, ready to swallow every sinful moment they were about to unleash.
The guests leaned in, drinks sweating in forgotten hands, wives perched on velvet lounges crossing and uncrossing sleek legs. Lip gloss gleamed under the deck lights, diamonds winked cheap and desperate, but every gaze was pinned to the center. To Tommy. To Katherine. And to sweet little Ayla about to be devoured.
Tommy stood broad and calm, shirt hanging open just enough to tease muscle. Katherine slid up his chest, sheer slip catching her hips, mouth claiming his in a slow, drowning kiss. His hands locked around her waist, the groan low in his throat.
That’s when Ayla dropped to her knees. White silk spilled over her tits, hair falling like a veil as she tugged at his belt. The metal clink cut through the hush, her blush hotter than the deck lights. Katherine didn’t break the kiss, tongue deep, hips pressing close, while Ayla’s trembling hands freed him.
The thick, heavy length of his cock swung loose, flushed, wet, obscene, and the room broke. Wives gasped, husbands shifted, Monica’s glass rattled in her grip, ice chiming like alarm bells. One let out a shaky giggle before clapping her palm to her lips, eyes glued to that veined monster in Ayla’s tiny hand. Beside them, Isabel stayed utterly still, her face unreadable, eyes sharp and steady, watching with the kind of attention that made it feel like she was seeing something the rest of them were too blinded to notice.
Ayla wrapped it, barely closing her fingers, gave one greedy stroke, and leaned forward. Just a kiss on the tip, soft as prayer, before her mouth opened wider. Tommy groaned into Katherine’s tongue.
From the side, Jess flowed in, red silk hugging curves, hand sliding across his abs. She dragged his mouth from Katherine’s and stole a kiss, hot and messy, a moan trembling through him. When she pulled back, her teeth scraped his jaw, her whisper a filthy promise meant for the crowd:
“Mmm, I’m gonna fuck you so hard tonight, Tommy. Gonna make them all watch while you break me open.”
Ayla whimpered, lips sealing around him, spit sliding down his shaft, hand stroking greedy. The wives breathed in unison, thighs clenching, while the husbands squirmed in hard silence, cocks straining behind fine linen.
Tommy dropped into the velvet lounge like a king, cock slick and shining. Jess tangled him in another kiss, Katherine curled close to his ear, and the crowd leaned forward, desperate.
Ayla climbed into his lap, dress slipping high. She lined him up with trembling fingers, then sank, slow and soaking, a sweet gasp tearing from her lips. The wives moaned as one, Monica biting her lip so hard that lipstick streaked her teeth.
Her palms braced on Tommy’s chest, back arching as she rocked, ass clapping soft against his thighs. Jess licked her throat, Katherine tongued her nipples till they gleamed, and Ayla shook with greedy little cries.
Vivienne’s hand vanished deep under her slip, her breath breaking. The outline of her manicured fingers moved faster, harder.
Katherine finally lifted her head, smirk slicing toward the men. Her voice dripped command.
“Mmm… boys, you think this is hot? You wanna see this greedy pussy get stretched wide open?”
She drags her teeth along Ayla’s shoulder before slipping off the lounge. When she stands, the roll of her hips makes two wives whimper out loud. She stalks toward the deck entrance, slow as a cat, sheer wrap clinging to her curves.
Gasps ripple through the guests when Jude and Jason step in behind her, shirts gone, muscles gleaming, cocks already thickening, heavy between their thighs. The air pops with hunger. Wives sit up straighter, thighs pressing together. Husbands shift in their seats, hands palming fat wallets.
Katherine plants herself between the two giants, one hand wrapping around each shaft. She tips her chin at the crowd, grin wicked and slow.
“Well?” Her voice purrs like smoke. “You boys wanna see me split open on these? You got the money?”
Bruce blurts, “Fuck yes!” His wife smacks his chest, but her other hand stays buried under her dress. Vivienne doesn’t even glance at him, already pressing a velvet bag of cash into his lap. “Pay her. Now.”
One after another, the other wives follow, wallets flashing, bills spilling.
Monica gasps, eyes glassy, hand sliding down her thigh. “God, those cocks… they’re insane.”
The boldest husband slams a stack onto the table. “Thirty more! Let’s see it! Fucking ruin her!” The group breaks into moans and ragged laughter, drunk on filth now, leaning forward like they’re front row at a forbidden show.
Katherine doesn’t make them wait. She sinks to her knees between Jude and Jason, hair tumbling, eyes gleaming. For a moment, she looks carved straight out of a fantasy: the perfect slut kneeling to serve two monsters.
Jess’s voice cuts across the gasps, low and taunting. “Look at her. Dripping goddess on her knees. Fuck, that’s every filthy dream you’ve ever had, and you’re paying to watch it.”
Katherine’s tongue traces the thick vein of Jason’s shaft, slow and teasing, before sliding to swirl around the swollen head of Jude’s cock. Her lips part, cheeks hollow as she takes him deep, and the mirror behind the bar catches it all, her throat straining, jaw wide, the obscene shape of his cock stretching her face.
Meanwhile, Ayla’s wildness builds, she’s bouncing harder now, thighs quaking, ass smacking loud against Tommy’s lap. Jess slides in behind her, fisting Ayla’s hair, yanking her back so everyone can see that flushed face, lips parted on a shameless moan.
Jess leans toward the husbands, grin sharp as a blade. “Look at you pathetic little cucks, hard cocks in your pants, your wives dripping wet, all for our pretty baby bouncing like a whore.”
Monica whimpers, eyes glazed. Her hand slips from under her dress, two fingers glossy with her own slick. She presses them to her husband’s mouth, and he sucks them like a starving man.
Jess lets out a wicked little laugh, filthy and cruel. She hooks her thumbs under her tiny panties, sliding them off in a tease. A triangle of lace so sheer it’s glistening with her wet. Dangling it over the bold husband’s lap, she tilts her head. “Want ’em?”
He nods, eyes blown wide, hand fumbling for cash. She slaps the panties against his lips, then shoves a folded wad into his mouth, smirking. “Good boy. Taste what you’ll never have.”
On the main lounge, Ayla’s cry rips through the heavy yacht air. Her back arches, she pistons her hips, riding Tommy so hard the slap-slap echoes off the wood and glass. Her eyes flick toward Bruce and Vivienne, both locked on her like she’s their entire fantasy.
Isabel sits almost statuesque nearby, legs pressed tight together, mouth partway open, watching every slick movement with a slow, intent focus that feels almost predatory. She doesn’t call out or move much, but the way her eyes track Ayla makes the moment feel charged in a different, darker way.
Ayla moans, voice high and filthy. “Oh fuck, yes! I’m gonna break this cock! Look at you! Look at your wives stroking their greedy little cunts! I’m gonna make you all watch me take every inch.”
She slams down faster, the hypnotic bounce of her ass wringing a soft cry from Vivienne as her hand pumps under her dress. Husbands clutch wads of bills now, money crumpled in sweaty palms, begging for more.
Katherine lifts her head from Jude’s cock, lips swollen, spit glistening. She looks up at the two giants, her eyes heavy and wicked. “Mmm, you ready for this pussy, boys?” Her hand squeezes them both, slow and deliberate. Then she tilts her chin toward the crowd, tongue teasing Jason’s shaft. “You ready to see it gaped wide? You better tip good, ’cause we’re just getting started.”
Ayla squeals, thighs trembling as the orgasm rips through her. She rides so hard her voice cracks, a raw, desperate moan tearing out of her throat as her body shakes. “Fuck yes, you better save those loads for my face. You wanna dump it? Pay up, baby. Make it big.”
The room goes feral, cash flashing, wives moaning, and Katherine lets out a muffled laugh around Jude’s cock. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks him deep, stroking Jason’s thick shaft with her slick fist, like she’s starving for both at once.
Katherine shifts with a lazy queen’s grin, dragging Jude and Jason with her. She crawls onto the wide velvet lounge, all within arm’s reach of the audience. The wives lean forward, breath caught, eyes wide as Katherine props herself on her side, curves on display like a living, moaning invitation.
Jude stands at the head, thick cock dragging across Katherine’s lips. She moans around it, letting spit coat the head, slick trails painting her tits. Jason slips behind her, that fat shaft pressing right up to her soaked pussy, the stretch when he sinks in makes Katherine’s eyes roll back, a hoarse growl tearing out of her throat.
She hums around Jude’s cock, voice muffled but filthy. “Mmmf, look at you all, so fucking desperate to see a queen get split open.”
The first thrust from Jason hits deep, her hip jerks, ass clapping back into him. The wives whimper, one actually presses her palm to the glass table in front like she’s bracing for the impact herself.
Ayla slides off Tommy’s lap, her thighs quivering, that wild gleam darkening her eyes. She slithers right beside Katherine, her hand dipping between her thighs. She spreads her slick across Katherine’s nipple, then sucks it slow, tongue flicking until Katherine moans around Jude’s cock.
Tommy’s voice cuts through, low and brutal. He drags Jess up by the hair, flips her over the lounge so her ass arches high. He doesn’t tease, just lines up and drives in, hips snapping forward so hard the slap echoes. Jess screams, face flushed, hair stuck to her lips.
Her voice shreds into the air. “Fuck this pussy, fuck it, Tommy, god, yes, let them watch! Watch me take it, you dirty fucks!”
One of the wives gasps, nails digging into her husband’s thigh, eyes locked on Tommy’s cock splitting Jess open, each thrust brutal enough to make her whole body jerk forward.
Ayla’s head bobs up, she licks her lips, then leans to kiss Katherine hard, spit and moans tangled up. She tilts her head just enough to let Jude’s monster cock slide into her mouth alongside Katherine’s, their lips brushing, tongues sharing the fat shaft like it’s dessert.
Jude lets out a sharp groan, his knees bending, one hand fisting tight in Ayla’s hair while the other grips Katherine’s jaw to keep her pressed in. His chest heaves, eyes blown wide at the sight of both mouths fighting over his cock.
Katherine moans around the thick stretch, sliding her lips down the side, tongue tracing the pulsing vein while her free hand cups Jude’s balls, rolling them slow and greedy. Her smirk flickers against his skin as she hums, savoring his weight.
Jude’s head tips back, a raw laugh breaking loose. “Jesus fuck, you two are gonna milk me dry.”
Katherine’s eyes flutter open to the crowd, her nails dragging across Ayla’s hip, then down to where Jason’s thick shaft is pounding her pussy from behind, each thrust so deep her ass ripples, the slick stretch glistening under the yacht lights.
One husband just groans, money crumpled in his fist. Monica’s hand is jammed under her short silk dress, knuckles white, mouth open as she stares right at Tommy jackhammering Jess. Jess’s voice climbs, her filthy dirty talk pouring out like gasoline on a fire.
Jess screaming, wrecked, “Yes! Watch it, watch him wreck this pussy! He’s gonna split me open, oh god, oh fuck, I love it, you see that? You see how big it is? None of you could ever, ever, fuck me like this!”
Her eyes flick sideways to the wives, mocking, daring them. Katherine laughs around Jude’s cock, then lifts her head. Ayla dives in immediately, greedy, hungry, taking the thick shaft into her mouth without hesitation.
Katherine, hoarse and feral, murmurs, “Mmm, you hear that, baby? You gonna let him break you like that? Good, good. Ayla, get in there, sweet girl. Let them see you beg for it next.”
Ayla lifts her mouth off Jude’s shaft, lips swollen, spit glistening along her chin. Her back was to him, but the sharp clap of Katherine’s ass against Jason made her glance down, then twist her head to watch, eyes wide as Jason hammers Katherine’s greedy cunt right beside her face. She rubs her clit with two fingers, whimpering, mesmerized.
Ayla, breathy and filthy, “God, you look so good, Katherine, fuck, I wanna lick it all, want you to cum on my face when he’s done.”
She buries her tongue lower, licking Jason’s thick shaft as it pumps in and out of Katherine, eyes rolling back when she tastes the mess.
In the corner, Vivienne’s moan cracks, fully fingering herself now, other hand clamped tight on her husband’s cock through his pants. Her diamond ring flashes as she squeezes.
Jess twists her head to look at them all, voice ragged, words dripping filth. “Better pay up, baby boys, you wanna see more? You wanna dump your loads on our pretty faces next? Then fuckin’ tip. This is just the start.”
Tommy roars behind her, hips pounding so hard the lounge creaks, Jess’s scream echoing across the yacht’s glossy deck.
And the room loses it, bills waving, gasps, wet fingers, cocks throbbing. All eyes locked on the tangle of bodies, the dripping slick, the raw, perfect filth just waiting to explode.
Part 2 – Pay to Play
Ayla gasps, slick with sweat and spit, thighs trembling as she shifts on the lounge, lining herself sideways in a sticky 69. Her pretty pussy hovers inches from Katherine’s hungry mouth, while Katherine’s head dips under Jude’s massive shaft, her tongue flicking the underside like she’s worshipping a beast. The scent and sight of Ayla so close is too much to resist, and with a slow, deliberate slide, Katherine leans lower, pressing her lips to Ayla’s dripping folds, dragging her tongue in tight, teasing circles.
Katherine moans, lips pressed to Ayla’s swollen clit, her tongue dragging in slow circles, her nose buried in that heady scent. One hand fists Jude’s thick shaft, pumping him as his hips jerk, veins throbbing, eyes rolling back. When the rhythm builds too high, she lifts her mouth off Ayla, fully focused on Jude, stroking him faster with both hands. Her lips glide along his length, teasing and pressing against the pulsing shaft while she keeps one eye on Ayla, still dripping beneath her.
Jason is behind Katherine still, his balls slapping her ass, his cock driving in with savage thrusts that rock the entire lounge. Each pound makes her moan around Jude’s cock, sending vibrations through him that make his hips snap forward, a raw, rhythmic slap of wet flesh.
Katherine bends down again, diving her mouth back into Ayla’s dripping cunt, dragging her tongue in slow, sinful circles while her hand pumps Jude’s thick shaft harder. The vibration from Jason’s savage thrusts only makes the task messier, each sloppy slap of wet flesh urging her to lick faster, moan louder, and lose herself in the heat.
Katherine lifts her head just enough to rasp a filthy line that sends shivers through Ayla, her lips still brushing the folds beneath her.
Katherine’s voice is ragged and filthy as she says, “God, baby, this pretty pussy drips like honey. Fuck, Jason, pound me harder while I drown in her cunt, give me more!”
Ayla shudders, her head tilting back slightly, still tasting Jude’s thick shaft, her breath ragged as she moans her approval.
Ayla gasps, her trance-raw voice breaking as she says, “Yes, Katherine, eat it, lick every drop. Fuck, your mouth feels incredible. Mmm, taste him too, dirty queen, taste his cock while he pounds you raw!”
The room’s noise surges, the wives forming a wet, moaning chorus. Monica can’t take it anymore. She stumbles forward in her tiny designer dress, her tits nearly spilling out, her hand already buried between her thighs. She drops to her knees right by Ayla’s spread pussy, the raw heat of the scene pulling a hoarse confession from her lips.
Monica sounds desperate and breathless as she says, “I’ll pay more, I want it, I need to eat this pretty girl’s cunt, baby, pay for it, pay now, I want every drip.”
Her husband fumbles out a wad of bills, his face flushed, but Ayla just giggles through a soft moan, her hips arching up.
Ayla lets out a slutty giggle, her voice breaking as she says, “Fuck, yeah, eat it, bitch, get your money’s worth, lick every drop, every drip, God, yes.”
Monica’s lips seal over Ayla’s clit, her tongue swirling messy circles while Katherine keeps sucking Jude’s monster cock. Jude drags his shaft free with a groan, so big it brushes Ayla’s pussy lips as he moves. Monica’s eyes go wide when that thick head drags over Ayla’s slit.
Monica’s voice is wrecked as she moans, “Fuck, that thing covers her entire pussy, God, it’s so big, so hot, mmmph.”
Katherine lets out a throaty laugh, her mouth smeared with spit and slick, then grabs Jude’s cock and buries it back down her throat. Jason is pounding her so deep now that the squelch of her pussy fills the entire lounge, wet, filthy, hypnotic.
Across the lounge, Tommy is still a machine, pumping into Jess bent over, her dirty talk echoing over the sound of slapping flesh. Vivienne, her cheeks flushed and eyes locked on Tommy’s thick cock splitting Jess open, finally cracks.
She rushes forward, her dress hitched up over her hips, her pussy bare and dripping. She plants her hands on Tommy’s abs, her voice shattering.
Vivienne begs, “How much, how much to get that in me, fuck, I want it, I need it, baby, pay him, now.”
Her husband, dazed and hard, fumbles out bills, pushing them into Jess’s free hand. Jess laughs, her voice rough with cock.
Jess lets out a mocking purr as she says, “Look at her, you see this, Ayla? Even the rich wives want to get fucking wrecked by a real stud.”
Tommy growls low and pulls out of Jess with a thick, wet pop. He grips Vivienne’s hip, lines that fat cock up to her soaking entrance, teases her slit, then slams in slow. Vivienne’s eyes roll back, her moan echoing off the polished deck.
Vivienne’s voice is raw and broken as she cries, “Oh my God, yes, fuck, honey, I can feel that, that’s how a real cock feels, big, thick, ohhh, so deep, so deep.”
Jess leans close, her tongue dragging over Vivienne’s ear while Tommy pounds her.
Jess whispers dirty as she says, “Tell your husband how good that cock feels, slut. Let him hear every fucking word.”
Vivienne shatters, gasping.
Vivienne cries out, “Baby, baby, it feels so good, he’s so big, I’m so full, oh God, he’s splitting me open, fuck, don’t stop, please, don’t ever stop.”
Tommy grips her ass and drives in deeper, the sound of wet slaps echoing, mingling with Ayla’s whimpers and Katherine’s slurps.
The whole room is a symphony of moans, slaps, and filthy praise. Monica is buried between Ayla’s thighs, Jude’s cock rests heavy on Katherine’s face, and Jason hammers her from behind.
Money is tossed down like rain, more hands stroking, more wet fingers plunging, more gasps rising.
Jess giggles, leaning back with Tommy’s thick shaft still plunging into Vivienne’s tight pussy.
Jess’s voice sounds lush and taunting as she says, “Hope you’re all ready, ’cause every inch of this deck’s gonna be dripping with cum tonight. And you’re paying for every fucking drop.”
The lounge reeks of sweat, salt, and wet cunt, the air so thick you could wring it out and still drip sex. The wives are flushed, their hair a mess, their lips raw from moaning. Their husbands look wrecked, wallets half-empty, cocks in hand, eyes locked on the chaos they paid for.
Tommy is still buried balls-deep in Vivienne, one palm braced on her lower back as she squeals into the cushions, her ass rippling with every savage thrust. Jess is behind him, her nails dragging down his abs, her mouth filthy on his shoulder.
Jess taunts Vivienne as she says, “Scream louder, pretty wife. Let them all hear how your rich pussy milks cock when you pay for it.”
Across from them, Ayla is on her back on the slick floor, Monica’s face buried between her thighs, her tongue working desperate circles while Jason’s thick fingers spread her open. Ayla’s hips lift, a whimper punched out of her throat as she squirts, soaking Monica’s lips and chin.
Katherine is braced on all fours, Jude behind her now, pounding her swollen pussy so hard the sound is all wet smack and ragged moans. She twists her head, her eyes locked on the nearest husband, who’s stroking his cock like he’ll die if he doesn’t spend every dollar for the next piece.
Katherine’s voice is shredded and breathless as she says, “One more hole, boys. Who’s paying next? You want your wives up here, or do you want me taking this big cock while you watch?”
Monica lifts her mouth off Ayla’s messy cunt, spit and slick shining on her lips. She gasps, her hair wild, her eyes locked on her husband.
Monica says breathlessly, “I want it, I want the twelve. I want Jude after her, I want to feel him rip me open.”
Her husband fumbles for his wallet, bills fluttering everywhere. Bruce’s wife, already dripping onto the leather, moans, “Pay it, pay it, pay it, I want a turn too.”
Ayla smiles, her voice sweet and filthy all at once. She leans up on one elbow, cum streaking her belly.
Ayla teases, “Hope you boys brought deep pockets. This pretty face? Gonna drown in it tonight.”
Tommy drags his cock free from Vivienne with a wet slap, her pussy gaping and drooling onto the couch, and plants a boot next to the nearest husband’s knee.
Tommy lets out a low growl as he says, “Open your wallets. Next hole’s gonna cost you double.”
Chapter 32
Spoils of the Sin
Orgy’s Greedy Tide
The bills hit the cushions with a dull slap of cash and sweat. Tommy’s grin goes feral as he hauls Vivienne into place, hiking her leg high and slinging her calf across Bruce’s lap like she’s his dirty trophy. He folds her forward, pressing her tits into the cushions and crowding her right up against her husband’s face. Her heel twitches against his thigh, trembling with every shift, her pussy already leaking down the inside of her leg. Tommy’s mouth is on her ear, growling, every word dripping heat as he grinds the fat head of his cock into her.
Jess glides in behind Bruce’s shoulder, her voice a velvet knife as she says, “Front-row seat, handsome. You feel how she shakes for it?”
Tommy rams into Vivienne hard, her leg braced on Bruce’s lap so each thrust rocks her against him. She clutches the cushion with one hand, the other pressing to her husband’s thigh for balance, her body jerking as Tommy drives her open. The wet slap of his cock fills the space, raw and brutal.
Vivienne’s eyes flood glossy as he pounds, her voice shredding on each word as she says, “You ever split me like this? No? Mmm, watch him. Watch this stud open your wife, big and raw.” She bites out the last word and keens as another hard stroke buries him deeper, her cheeks flushing, her breath stuttering.
Bruce’s throat works. His hand presses harder to her shin, his knuckles whitening. A ragged sound slips from him, half gasp, half sob, the kind of noise that proves he’s both wrecked and worshipful. He fumbles with his wallet but keeps his gaze locked on the savage rhythm, hypnotized by Vivienne’s surrender and the way Tommy keeps slamming that perfect, loaded cock into her.
Jess leans in, her lips hot against Bruce’s ear, her voice low and wicked as she says, “Stroke it, baby. Let your wife see how hard you want her. Pretend it’s you pounding her.” Her other hand slips beneath her bikini, fingers sinking into her own wet heat as she watches Bruce obey, slow and filthy, while Tommy grunts, pistoning his cock into Vivienne until her heel digs into Bruce’s thigh and her moans turn into broken cries.
A few feet away, Monica is on her knees, her face buried in Ayla’s glistening pussy, her fake tits pressed against Ayla’s thigh as she laps up every sweet drip. Ayla tugs on Monica’s hair, fingers tangling in the blonde, that shy grin melting into something filthy and proud.
Ayla purrs, her voice husky, “Good girl, lick it up. God, you’re so fucking hungry. Get every drop, your hubby loves this, huh? Watching you act like a filthy little slut for my pussy?”
Monica’s eyes dart up, taking in Katherine bent over the lounger, every inch of her thick, slick pussy being split by Jude’s monster cock.
Monica sounds breathless and needy as she says, “Oh, Katherine, I need some of that. Don’t wear him out. God, look at that thing opening up that thick, beautiful pussy. I want that in me…”
Jason is right behind her, his mouth and fingers buried in her dripping wet cunt, his thrusts keeping her gasping and trembling.
Katherine’s head dips, her breath ragged, her voice a strained moan as she says, “Oh… let him pound it some more… I’m almost there…”
Jess leans in with a wicked grin, her voice sharp and teasing as she says, “Oh, Monica, that queen will take it all night if you let her.”
Katherine lets out a low, guttural moan, shuddering as she cries, “Oh fuck… I’m cumming…”
Katherine’s voice tears through the room, ragged and frantic, as she screams, “Oh, Jess, I’m cumming. I’m fucking cumming. I’m getting fucked, Jess. Oh God!” She slaps and grips the cushions, her hips rocking helplessly as Jude hammers her relentlessly.
Beside Vivienne, who is now being fucked hard by Tommy in the center of the cushions, Jess’s fingers work fast and wet, teasing her own dripping pussy as she watches the chaos around her.
Jess whispers, her voice low and feral, “Yes, baby, come on that massive cock. Yes, you’re so hot when you get railed.”
Jude peels away from Katherine, his cock slick and dripping with her cum, the faint taste lingering on his shaft. Monica’s eyes widen, catching the gleam as he steps closer. She moans into Ayla’s folds, then pulls back, her face smeared with slick, and gets a fleeting, feral taste of Katherine’s release still coating him. His monster cock dangles thick and hard just inches from her mouth. She wraps both hands around it, her wedding ring flashing as her husband whimpers from the next chair.
Monica breathes, “Oh my god. It’s so fucking big, oh fuck, I want it.”
Ayla laughs, a sweet, mean giggle, as she reaches out, stroking Jude’s shaft right where Monica’s palms can’t meet.
Ayla coos to Monica’s husband, “Look at that, baby. Your pretty wife about to swallow this monster. You gonna pay for it? Gonna tip to watch her belly stretch around this cock?”
Monica’s husband just nods frantically, his fist pumping his own dick as he digs bills from his pocket, his eyes locked on the obscene stretch when Jude pushes Monica up onto her feet, bends her over the lounge next to Vivienne, and lines that thick head with her glistening pussy.
Vivienne peeks over her shoulder, sweat dripping down her flushed chest as Tommy rams her deeper. She cackles at Monica, her voice raw as she shouts, “Fucking take it, bitch! Split that pretty hole! Bet he’s never given it to you like that, huh? Let him ruin that tight little cunt for us!”
Jude pushes in slow, the blunt head forcing Monica open inch by inch until her pussy stretches wide around him. Her thighs tremble, her toes curl against the lounge, and her nails bite into the cushion as the thick length drags deeper. A strangled cry tears from her throat, her back bowing, every muscle straining to take him. Her husband’s hand shakes around his cock, his eyes locked on the obscene swell forcing her apart.
Ayla leans close, her lips brushing Monica’s ear, her voice honey-smooth but cutting as she says, “God, listen to you. You’re splitting on him like it was made for you. Can you feel how deep he is already?”
Monica’s head jerks in a desperate nod, her voice ragged as she says, “Yes, fuck, I feel it. He’s in so deep, oh God, I can’t…”
Katherine, still flushed and bare from her own pounding, slides down beside Monica’s husband, her breasts brushing his shoulder as she tangles her fingers in his hair and tugs his head back. Her skin gleams with sweat, her thighs still sticky with her own cum.
Katherine purrs, her gaze pinning him, “Stroke it, darling. Every inch he buries in her… that’s another hundred. You see her belly stretching? That’s your money working.”
The wet slap of hips hitting ass fills the cabin, Vivienne’s broken moans and Monica’s sharp cries mixing with Ayla’s hot whispers, all underlined by Tommy’s savage groans as he drives Vivienne down into the cushions.
Jess is on her knees before Jason, her lips stretched around the thick head of his cock, moaning as she twists side to side, dragging her tongue under the ridge. Spit shines on his shaft, dripping down her chin as her hand works the base. Her free fingers slide between her own thighs, stroking her swollen slit, untouched and aching for cock. She pulls off with a wet gasp, her eyes gleaming as she smears his precum across her lips.
“Mmm,” she purrs as she strokes him slow before sucking him back down. “I know this cock loves my mouth.”
Jason groans, his hand tightening in her hair, his hips jerking helplessly as Jess gags herself on his length and fingers her needy cunt, teasing herself with every sloppy drag.
Across the cabin, Isabel, the last untouched wife, sits frozen near the back, her legs spread under her tiny summer dress, her fingers buried knuckle-deep as she stares at the mess. Her eyes lock on Monica’s belly, the outline of Jude’s cock punching deep. Her breath comes in soft little cries, her wedding ring catching the low light as her thighs tremble.
Ayla leans closer to Isabel, licking her lips like a tease as she coos, “Look at you. Bet that pretty pussy’s drooling, huh? You want it too? Want your man to pay so you can get split like these sluts?”
Isabel’s cheeks flame scarlet, her hips rolling helplessly into her own hand, but she doesn’t say no.
Tommy pulls free of Vivienne with a slick, sticky sound, then slams back in, his low growl shaking the cabin as Vivienne cries out, “Fuck, yes, yes, ruin me, baby, show him how you fuck a wife.”
All around them, the rich old men groan and hiss like predators, fists clenching bills, eyes glued to every curve and slick stretch. The room is thick with sweat, sex, and the sharp tang of arousal. Vivienne writhes beneath Tommy, her moans shredding into shrieks, while her husband’s fingers tremble on his cock, his eyes wide and locked on the scene.
Jess catches his hungry stare. Sliding from Jason with a soft, shivering sigh, she rises on unsteady knees, her hips swaying like she’s pulled by magnetic heat. She shoots Tommy a wicked grin, then drops into the husband’s lap, straddling him bold as sin.
Jess purrs as she grinds slowly against Vivienne’s husband, her voice dripping filth. “Ohhh, you like that view? You love feeling me here while he pounds your wife, huh? God, look at you squirm…”
The old man’s eyes go wide, his mouth slack, as he fumbles to squeeze her ass.
“Good boy,” Jess whispers, leaning close, her voice husky, letting him feel every press and roll of her hips.
Tommy doesn’t slow, one hand bracing Vivienne while the other slides down to toy with Jess’s clit through the thin fabric, flicking and pressing in time with his thrusts. Her moans join Vivienne’s, wet gasps and slick slaps filling the cabin as every body moves against another in a tangle of heat.
Next to them, Monica is a panting mess, Jude pounding her from behind so hard her big tits smack together with every slap.
Jude twists her hair in his fist, tugging her up, then steers her mouth right onto her husband’s cock.
“Oh fuck, that’s it, baby, take him, good girl, take him,” Jude growls, low and commanding, driving her harder with every word.
Monica shudders, choking and gasping, her fingers clutching her husband’s thighs as she rides both waves of pleasure and panic.
Nearby, Katherine slides down to her knees before Isabel’s husband, her bare skin gleaming with sweat from earlier play, her breasts firm, her panties long gone. She traces a single nail along his shaft, teasing close to her lips but not yet touching.
Katherine purrs, dripping sin, “Mmm, you like watching all this chaos, huh? Want these lips, baby?”
The man whimpers, his eyes wide, his free hand fumbling a thick roll of bills into her open palm.
“Please, Katherine… put that mouth on me,” he breathes, desperation clear in every shiver.
Katherine grins wickedly, slow and deliberate, wrapping her lips around the tip, her eyes locked on his face as she teases and sinks deeper. Spit glistens on the shaft, every pull and slide a masterclass in filthy seduction.
Monica, still gagging, whimpers around her husband, Jude’s cock plunging relentlessly behind her. The cabin pulses with heat, moans, and slick friction, every glance and gasp feeding the frenzy.
The yacht’s lounge is a furnace of slick heat, every moan and wet slap bouncing off the polished walls. Ayla, trance-drunk on the filth, slides up behind Jude as he rails Monica. Ayla’s tiny hand wraps around the slick base of his shaft, guiding it as it slides through her fist, pumping in and out of Monica’s dripping folds. Her fingers tighten, feeling the pulse of him, her breath shaky with need.
Ayla whimpers, her voice sweet and raw as she says, “Fuck, Jude, so fucking big, keep splitting her.”
Her other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently as Jude grunts and pounds Monica harder, the wet smacks louder now. Monica’s head is buried in her husband’s lap, her lips stretched around his cock, sucking desperately as her husband groans, his eyes locked on Jude’s relentless thrusts.
Jude’s hips snap faster, Monica’s muffled moans vibrating against her husband’s shaft. Ayla’s fingers tease Jude’s balls, urging him on as Monica’s entire body shakes, her pussy clenching tight. With a choked scream, Monica comes hard, her thighs quivering, slick gushing down Jude’s cock as her husband gasps, stroking himself faster. Jude pulls out with a slick pop, his monster shaft glistening and throbbing.
Ayla steps around to face him, her eyes wild with hunger, her body trembling.
Ayla begs, her voice soft but desperate, “Rub it on my pussy, Jude, please, fuck, I need it.”
She spreads her legs slightly, standing tall, her slick pussy glistening under the low lights.
Jude grunts, gripping his thick, slick shaft and sliding it under her folds, not entering her but letting it glide. The long, veiny length presses against her puffy pussy lips, the fat head peeking out behind her as it rubs along her clit. Ayla moans, her hips rocking, riding the shaft as it slides back and forth, smearing Monica’s cum across her swollen folds.
Ayla gasps, “Fuck, yes, Jude, like that.”
Her thighs tremble as a light orgasm ripples through her, slick dripping down his cock.
“Oh god, you’re making me cum,” she cries.
Her legs shake, but she holds his gaze, then drops to her knees, grabbing his shaft with both hands and taking him deep in one savage gulp, her throat stretching wide.
“Mmmph, so fucking good,” she moans around him, spit dripping down her chin.
She pulls off with a gasp, her eyes blown wide. “Later, baby, remember, it’s my pretty face you’re painting, no one else’s.”
Jude’s big hand grabs her jaw, pulling her to her feet with a rough tug, his fingers hooking into her mouth. She sucks them greedily, her tongue swirling as his other hand slides down, finding her dripping pussy. He pushes two fingers deep, curling against that swollen spot, making her cry out, her hips bucking into his palm as she laps at his knuckles.
Nearby, Jason has moved behind Katherine, who is on her knees, passionately sucking Isabel’s husband’s cock. His face is flushed, his hands trembling as he fights not to explode in her mouth. Katherine’s lips slide down his shaft, slow and sloppy, her eyes wicked as she teases him. Jason lines up behind her, sinking deep into her wet, greedy pussy with one smooth thrust.
Katherine gasps, pulling off Isabel’s husband’s cock just enough to look back at Jason.
Her voice drips with heat as she purrs, “Fuck, yes, Jason, give me that dick. Don’t you love this, baby?”
Her eyes flick to Isabel’s husband as she adds, “I’m sucking your cock while he’s pounding my tight pussy, splitting me open. God, it’s so fucking good.”
Her moan turns feral as she dives back onto his shaft, sucking harder, her hips rocking back to meet Jason’s brutal thrusts.
Isabel, sweet and untouched, is a mess of heat nearby. The sight of Ayla’s glistening pussy, Monica’s trembling thighs, and Katherine’s filthy performance has her stroking her own pussy, her fingers buried deep. Her moans grow louder, desperate, until her legs give out and she collapses to her knees, her body shaking as she comes hard, slick dripping down her thighs.
“Oh god, oh fuck,” she whimpers, her eyes locked on the chaos, her hand reaching out like she’s begging for her turn.
Her husband groans, his cock throbbing as he strokes harder, the sight of her unraveling breaking him.
“Babe, oh fuck, let them take you. You’re so hot, oh my god. Let them make you cum, baby. I’ll pay, I don’t care, just, fuck, you’re perfect,” he spills, his words tumbling out in a mess of devotion and lust.
Across the lounge, Tommy has Vivienne splayed out missionary on the plush couch, her legs high in the air, her heels dangling as he pounds her soaked pussy. Her manicured nails rake down his back, leaving red trails as she screams, “Fuck, Tommy, yes, harder, make me feel it!”
Her hips buck to meet his, her pussy clenching tight as he drives deeper, each thrust shaking her whole body. Her eyes roll back, her lipstick smeared, her dress shoved up to her hips as she begs for more.
Jess leans in close, her voice a filthy tease as she says, “Oh, Vivienne, you’ve been taking Tommy’s cock all night, huh? Loving that big dick wrecking you?”
Vivienne laughs raw, her body trembling as she gasps, “Fuck yes, Jess, I want him to live in my pussy. I’ll pay, fuck, my husband will pay, oh my god, this cock is unreal, I’m gonna….”
Her words cut off as her body seizes, her pussy pulsing around Tommy as she comes hard, her screams echoing, slick flooding down her thighs. Tommy keeps pounding through it, dragging out every shudder until she’s a panting, wrecked mess.
Jess grins and crawls over as Tommy pulls out, his cock slick and throbbing. She drops between Vivienne’s trembling thighs, her tongue flicking up the messy slit, lapping up every drop. Vivienne cries out, clutching Jess’s hair.
“God, yes, eat me, don’t stop!” Vivienne begs.
Tommy teases a moment, dragging his cock along Jess’s ass crack as she moans into Vivienne, her body twitching with anticipation. Then he buries himself in her tight pussy with one brutal thrust, her moan muffled against Vivienne’s folds as she licks harder.
Back across the room, Jason and Jude have teamed up on Katherine, who is still sucking Isabel’s husband’s cock, her lips sloppy and desperate. Jude takes over, sinking his monster cock into Katherine’s dripping pussy, his thrusts brutal as Jason steps back. Katherine moans around the cock in her mouth, her body rocking with each of Jude’s slams.
Katherine gasps, spit trailing from her lips as she says, “Fuck, yes, stretch me.”
Jason turns to Monica, dragging her close.
Jason growls, tipping her chin up, “You ready for more?”
She nods, her eyes wide, and he slides into her slow and deep. Her whimper melts into a moan as her husband watches, stroking himself, his jealousy and arousal a tangled mess.
Isabel is still wrecked, watching her own husband’s cock vanish into Katherine’s throat, her hand twitching uselessly at her side as another wave of need rolls through her.
The room becomes a storm of filthy sounds, wet slaps, guttural moans, and the rustle of cash hitting the floor. Jess’s voice cuts through it all, a wicked chant.
Jess sneers, “Look at you all. Fuck, you’d empty your banks to watch your wives get fucked like sluts.”
And they would. The night is nowhere near done.
Ayla stands free now, her body still buzzing from Jude’s thick cock sliding against her clit, her lips glossy with spit and his taste. Slick drips down her thighs as she watches Tommy rail Jess in doggy style. Jess’s tits bounce with each brutal thrust, her face buried in Vivienne’s soaked pussy, lapping greedily as Vivienne writhes, her heels dangling.
Jess moans, her voice raw, “Fuck, Tommy, harder.”
Ayla’s pussy throbs, her eyes glued to Tommy’s glistening cock.
Ayla whispers, her voice desperate, “Tommy, baby, I want it. I want them to see me split open.”
Tommy grunts, pounding Jess faster, but Jess’s body tenses, right on the edge. Just before she comes, she pulls off Tommy’s cock with a slick pop, her pussy pulsing, slick dripping down her thighs.
Jess spins, her eyes locking on Vivienne’s husband, who stares like he’d sell his soul. She struts over, her body shaking, her fingers teasing her swollen clit.
Jess purrs, her voice dripping sin, “Want this squirt, you pathetic fuck?”
He fumbles, spilling cash from his small satchel, his eyes hungry.
Jess growls, “Open your fucking mouth.”
He obeys, and she moans, her hips bucking as she unleashes a heavy squirt, flooding his face and dripping down his chin.
Jess snarls, “Take it, you fucking bitch. Fuck, take that hot squirt in your face.”
Her pussy gushes, coating him in a messy stream. Vivienne gasps at the sight, her fingers plunging into her own pussy as she moans, “God, that’s so fucking hot,” her body trembling with need.
He groans, lapping at the slick, his cock throbbing.
He rasps, “Fuck, Jess, drown me.”
He tosses another stack of cash at her feet. Jess laughs, wicked and cruel.
Jess sneers, “You love this, you dirty bitch boy, choking on my cum while your wife watches. Beg for more.”
Her fingers work faster, another gush hitting his lips as she commands, “Swallow it, you filthy bastard, every fucking drop.”
Ayla stands bent over in front of Tommy, her ass arched, her pussy glistening. Tommy grips her hips, his thick cock plunging into her soaked folds with a wet smack, each thrust shaking her petite frame. Her moans are sharp and needy, her nails clawing the plush couch.
Ayla gasps, her voice trembling with lust, “Oh, Tommy, baby, I wanna get spit-roasted. Please, fuck, make them watch.”
Katherine, half-crazed with desire, her hair stuck to her cheeks, overhears Ayla’s plea over Jude’s pounding. She shoves at his chest, her voice a feral purr.
Katherine orders, “Go. Stuff that pretty girl’s mouth. Give them a fucking show.”
Jude stomps over, his monster cock dripping with Katherine’s slick, heavy and throbbing.
Ayla doesn’t wait. She grabs his shaft like a prize, dragging the swollen tip across her lips before stuffing it deep down her throat. Her eyes flutter back, trance-drunk, as she moans around him while Tommy drives her harder from behind. Her pussy gushes, slick running down her thighs in shiny streaks. The wet smacks of his hips against her ass echo through the room.
Tommy growls, gripping her thighs and lifting them like she weighs nothing, setting her up like a human wheelbarrow. Ayla’s body stretches taut, her mouth stuffed with Jude’s massive cock, her ass high for the audience. Her pussy glistens, juice splashing with every pound, each thrust sending a small squirt out, coating Tommy’s thighs.
Vivienne gasps, her fingers plunging into her own pussy. Monica moans from Jason’s pounding and the chaos around her unfolding, and Isabel’s eyes widen, her fingers working faster.
Ayla pops off Jude’s cock, her voice a raw moan as she cries, “Fuck, this feels so good, Tommy. My first time getting spit-roasted. It’s so fucking good. Oh god, I can’t stop cumming.”
Her petite frame shakes, each of Tommy’s thrusts sending another squirt splashing out. The group groans at the sight, wallets opening wider.
Katherine, sprawled on the couch catching her breath, purrs from the side, “God, Ayla, you look so fucking hot, stuffed like a perfect little slut.”
Tommy grunts, his thrusts slowing but driving deeper, making Ayla’s pussy squirt with each slam.
Tommy rasps, “Fuck, baby, you’re taking these cocks like a dream, so damn pretty.”
Ayla’s eyes light up, her moans louder, her body quivering with arousal, her pussy clenching tighter around Tommy.
Vivienne’s husband, his face still slick from Jess’s earlier squirt, stares at Ayla’s arched ass, his cock throbbing.
He mutters, “Fuck, worth every penny,” as he tosses another stack of cash onto the table.
Jess smirks nearby, catching her breath, slick still glistening on her thighs. Monica moans from Jason’s pounding, her eyes locked on Ayla’s dripping form. Isabel, her fingers deep in her pussy, sprawls back in her chair, lost in the heat, her moans desperate as she chases her climax.
Ayla’s body convulses, her petite frame locked between Tommy and Jude as a brutal orgasm rips through her. Tommy pulls free with a sultry, sucking slip, and Ayla’s pussy unleashes in a violent gush, spraying the couch and spattering the floor.
She wails, “Fuck, oh god, I’m cumming so hard.”
Her voice is hoarse, her whole body spasming, nectar pouring down her thighs in shining streams. The room roars with moans and gasps, stacks of cash slapping the table as husbands and wives lean forward, ravenous for the next spectacle.
Boneless, Ayla drops to her knees, her muscles twitching, her body glazed in sweat and release. The crowd’s fevered noise presses in around her as Katherine prowls closer, her eyes alight, her smile a command in itself. She is ready to stage the next depravity.
The yacht’s lounge throbs with animal heat, the air dense with perfume, sex, and greed. Ayla kneels between Tommy and Jude, her body still humming from the shattering climax, her skin flushed, her thighs damp with evidence. Her lips, swollen and glossy from Jude’s cock, part as her hands wrap both their shafts, her fingers trembling but greedy, spit stringing from her tongue to their engorged tips.
Ayla purrs, her voice smoky, “You boys ready to paint your shy girl? I want it all. Cover me. Drown me in your cum.”
Katherine slinks behind her, gripping Ayla’s hair in a tangled ponytail, tilting her face toward the crowd like a prized canvas.
Katherine commands, “You wanna see this pretty face drenched in cum?”
“Fuck yeah, that’d be hot!” Bruce shouts, echoed by Monica’s and Isabel’s husbands, their voices thick with hunger.
Katherine smirks. “Five grand each to paint her. Ten if you wanna join.”
Satchels fly open, stacks hitting the table as Ayla moans, her pussy pulsing at the thought, her breath catching.
Jess, her thighs still glistening from soaking Bruce, straddles his lap, sucking his cock slow and sloppy, his hands slapping her cheeks with stacks of cash.
Jess growls, “Fuck, you want me to get you to the edge so you can explode on our cum slut?”
Bruce groans, his hips bucking. “Do it.”
Jess pulls back, smirking. “That’ll cost you.”
He laughs, wild. “Fuck, I don’t care. Take it.”
Another stack hits the floor as Jess sucks harder, her lips popping off his tip.
Across the lounge, Jason pounds Monica, his cock slamming deep, her tits bouncing with each brutal thrust. Monica moans and gasps to her husband, who strokes himself nearby.
Monica cries, “Fuck, honey, you close? I wanna see you cum on her.”
Her voice breaks, her pussy clenching around Jason as she shudders, her eyes locked on Ayla’s begging face. Her husband groans, nodding, his hand pumping faster.
Isabel trembles, her eyes fixed on Ayla as her fingers work her pussy. Her body rocks into another orgasm, her face contorting as a sharp moan escapes and slick drips down her thighs. Her husband strokes furiously, already agreeing to empty his load on Ayla’s willing beauty, cash spilling from his satchel.
Tommy steps up, stroking his fat cock over Ayla’s parted lips.
Tommy growls, “Open wide, baby.”
His hips jerk as a guttural roar escapes him, his thick load splattering across Ayla’s tongue, cheeks, and lashes, some dripping into her open mouth. She squeals, smearing the cum, her petite face a glistening canvas.
Ayla moans, “Fuck, yes.”
Jude follows, ropes of cum shooting across her cheeks, neck, and into her hair, matting the strands. Ayla giggles, dazed, licking her lips.
Ayla begs, “More, keep going.”
Jason breaks free of Monica and strides over as Ayla grabs his cock, stroking fast and pointing it at her face.
She gasps, “Here.”
His load splatters across her nose and lips, then down to her tits, emptying him in sticky streaks. She moans louder, her body quivering, her pussy pulsing as each spurt hits her skin.
Bruce rushes over next, pumping fast as his cum shoots across Ayla’s face and chest. Monica’s husband follows, then Isabel’s husband, each load fueled by Ayla’s moans.
Ayla’s face becomes a drenched masterpiece, cum dripping from her lashes, streaking her cheeks, pooling in her mouth as she licks hungrily.
She moans, “Fuck, you love this, don’t you? I’m your cum-soaked slut.”
Her petite body trembles, her pussy gushing a small squirt from the intensity.
Ayla lies back on the plush lounge, her frame slick with cum, streaks glistening on her face, tits, and thighs. Katherine kneels beside her, her tongue lapping Ayla’s dripping pussy, slow and hungry. Vivienne joins, licking cum from Ayla’s stomach.
Vivienne murmurs, “Fucking hottest sight ever.”
Jess smirks nearby. “Our cum queen’s painted perfect.”
Isabel shakes through a final orgasm. Monica and her husband share a wicked grin. Bruce tosses a last stack.
“Worth every penny,” he rasps.
“At sunrise, Katherine’s crew — Tommy, Ayla, Jess, Jason, Jude — stumble off the Queen’s Sin, skin salty, giggling like sinners. Katherine’s duffel bag bulges with four hundred grand. Tommy pulls Ayla close. Jess tosses her panties into the water, laughing. Katherine smirks.
“This summer’s gonna be wild.”
Ayla moans softly, “Damn, what a night.”
The sun rises on their sinful haze.
