[Exclusive] TIS 1328.2 R18 Beach Episode (3). Give Me More
[Exclusive] TIS 1328.2 R18 Beach Episode (3). Give Me More
While I chewed, Camila leaned in from the side, barely clothed in a thin white robe. The milf always moved with this casual authority. She kissed my cheek, then trailed her lips toward the edge of my mouth. Then lower. Then lower. Her hand cupped me gently through my pants.
“Oh my,” she whispered. “Still hard?”
“You shouldn’t be surprised,” Olivia said with a laugh as she dropped behind me, arms curling over my shoulders, chin resting on my head. “It’s Ethan.”
She nipped my ear. I groaned.
From the corner of my eye, Ruby appeared, barefoot, flushed, stalking closer like a predator. She knelt in front of me without a word, fingers gliding along my thighs as she stared up with eyes too obsessed to fake. She didn’t speak. She just kissed my stomach through the fabric and lingered there.
I opened my mouth to speak, but a cool tongue slid across my collarbone.
Zalira. She’d finally moved.
Her lips pressed into my throat while her hands massaged my shoulders from behind.
“Are you still trying to wait for Celia?” she whispered.
Another kiss. Lower. One hand slipped under my shirt, brushing my chest.
“Because I don’t think any of us are that patient.”
My breath hitched as four hands touched me at once. Two mouths kissed. One bit. One fed me again.
And still…
Still I couldn’t move.
Couldn’t stop them.
Didn’t want to.
Hands everywhere. Lips too soft. Tails too slick. The heat crawling under my skin wasn’t just from their touches, it was from them. The way they swarmed me. Surrounded me. Like I was prey they worshipped before devouring.
But they forgot something.
I wasn’t prey.
I chuckled low, dragging their attention back to my mouth. My voice dropped into that rich, velvety tone I knew made them shiver.
“Give me more,” I said.
Luna’s ears perked up.
Mia froze mid-lick.
Zalira blinked, slow and serpentine behind me.
I tilted my head, smirk curling.
“Go ahead,” I whispered darkly, “see if you can make me lose control. You think I’m done?” I spread my legs slightly, just enough to press against Ruby’s hands still on my thighs. “I can cum again. Again. Again. And again.”
Ruby didn’t even hesitate.
Her breath hitched, and then her fingers went straight for my zipper.
“Challenge accepted,” she whispered, cheeks flushed with something between obsession and pride.
My zipper came down slowly, deliberately, the metallic sound hissing under the ocean breeze. Her hand reached inside, pulled me free with both reverence and hunger. I was already hard, still pulsing, still ready. The moment her warm fingers wrapped around my cock, a sigh escaped her lips.
“So warm…” she murmured.
Her head dipped.
And I grinned.
Because I wasn’t the one being conquered.
She kissed the tip like it was sacred. Licked once… slow, deliberate. My body pulsed with heat, but not fatigue. Not weakness. Just more.
More lust.
More control.
More power.
“Good girl,” I whispered, placing my hand on her head, my thumb brushing behind her ear.
“Take your time. You’re gonna be at this a while. Enjoy your ten minutes.”
My back against the cushions, a glass of chilled champagne in my hand, whipped cream still lingering on my tongue from the strawberry Pearl fed me… and Ruby between my legs, worshipping me like her entire purpose in existence was to make me feel divine.
She took my cock into her mouth slow, reverent, like she’d missed the taste of it. Like her lips were molded for this moment. Her tongue circled the tip first, slow licks, wet and hot, like she was savoring it. Then down the shaft, firm and steady, before she pulled back and did it again.
I’d seen this sight a hundred times. Different nights, different angles, different girls. But the feeling? It never got old.
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked deeper, her hands bracing on my thighs as she built a rhythm. Her throat opened for me, her lips stretched wide, and that tiny needy moan she made when I twitched in her mouth?
Yeah. That sound hit different.
My fingers curled in her hair, gently guiding her pace, not because she didn’t know what to do. She knew. But because I could. Because I was the one in control. And because every time she tried to take more, I gave her just enough to make her greedy for the rest.
She wanted me to cum. I knew it. Felt it in how she kept her pace right at that sweet spot, fast enough to keep me on edge, slow enough to drag it out.
And when I finally let go?
When I groaned low in my throat, tilted my head back, and came?
She didn’t stop.
Didn’t flinch.
She swallowed like it was instinct. Like it was sacred. Sucked me dry, slow and deep, moaning softly as if she was the one being filled.
And I just sat there.
Breathing. Grinning. Drinking my champagne.
My girls around me. The sea humming in the distance.
And her?
Still kneeling. Still sucking. Still worshipping.
What. A. Life.
I leaned back into the cushions, letting myself relax fully.
Diamond was already beside me again, refilling my champagne glass with a soft laugh. “You look far too comfortable.”
I took the glass, the cool crystal biting pleasantly against my fingers, and lifted it to my lips. The champagne fizzed lightly on my tongue, crisp and sweet. At the same time, Pearl leaned in from the other side and pressed a strawberry dipped generously in whipped cream against my mouth.
I bit down, cream smearing at the corner of my lips, sweetness cutting through the haze just enough to keep me grounded. Somewhere close, Luna let out a soft, satisfied hum, her tail brushing lazily against my side. Mia’s coils tightened briefly, then loosened again, like she was reminding me she was still there.
The sensations overlapped. Pleasure layered with taste. Touch with sound. The distant crash of waves against the shore. Soft laughter. Quiet breathing.
“Clean me up, Ruby.”