Chapter 1: Morning Ignition
The sun hadn’t even fully risen when I, Amalia, stirred awake, my naked body already buzzing with a familiar heat. My big tits and round ass were being caressed by greedy hands—my boyfriend, Jace, couldn’t resist starting the day with a taste of me. I smirked, rolling over to face him, my eyes glinting with mischief. ‘Couldn’t wait, huh? You’re already hard as a rock,’ I teased, my voice dripping with playful accusation as I wrapped my fingers around his throbbing cock.
‘Can you blame me, babe? Waking up to this view is a fucking privilege,’ Jace shot back, his grin wicked as he pulled me closer. I didn’t waste a second, diving down to give him a blowjob that left him panting and groaning my name like a prayer. Breakfast came next—still stark naked, I sauntered into the kitchen, my skin prickling with anticipation for the day ahead.
The doorbell chimed, and I didn’t bother covering up. Seven of Jace’s friends piled in, their eyes raking over me like I was the main course. ‘Damn, Amalia, you’re serving up a feast already,’ quipped Ryan, the boldest of the bunch, as he stepped forward to grope my ass with a possessive squeeze. The others followed suit, hands roaming everywhere, tongues claiming my mouth in hungry kisses, fingers slipping into my already wet pussy. I laughed, low and sultry, pushing back against their touches. ‘Easy, boys. You’ll get your turn, but don’t think I’m just gonna roll over for you,’ I warned, my tone sharp as a blade.
One by one, I dropped to my knees, giving each of them a blowjob that had them sweating and cursing under their breath. ‘Fuck, Amalia, you’re a goddamn weapon,’ muttered Cole, his voice ragged as he came. I licked my lips, standing tall with a smirk. ‘And don’t you forget it.’
They picked my outfit for the day, and I let them—high-heeled red shoes, 7 cm, making my ass pop like a damn sculpture. A sheer white bandeau top, barely there, paired with a lace push-up red bra, a hole at the nipple showcasing my dazzling VVS diamond piercing. Below, a micro skirt—pussy length, naturally—without a scrap of panties. ‘You’re gonna turn heads and break necks,’ Jace chuckled, his eyes dark with lust. Then, as if that wasn’t enough, Ryan pulled out an RGB light buttplug and a remote-controlled vibrator, sliding them into place with a wicked grin. ‘Let’s see how long you last before you’re dripping down your thighs,’ he taunted, flicking the remote to test it. A jolt shot through me, and I bit my lip, already horny as hell. ‘Keep playing, Ryan. I can take whatever you dish out,’ I fired back, my voice steady despite the heat pooling between my legs.
We headed for the car, their hands all over me again as we walked, groping and teasing until I was practically panting with need. But the car was a tight fit—too many bodies, not enough seats. ‘Looks like someone’s gotta ride on a lap,’ Jace said, his smirk telling me exactly whose lap he meant. I climbed in, feeling the vibrator hum to life again, my body already soaking wet and aching for more. Our destination? A theme park, where I knew I’d be the center of attention, every eye on me, every man jealous of the crew I rolled with. I was ready to make jaws drop and pulses race—and maybe, just maybe, find a quiet corner to let this tension explode.
As we pulled up, the buzz in my pussy intensified, and I shot Ryan a glare that could’ve melted steel. ‘You’re playing a dangerous game, asshole,’ I hissed, my voice low and deadly. He just laughed, cranking the remote higher. ‘I like danger, Amalia. Question is, can you handle it?’ My smirk was my only answer, a promise of the chaos to come.
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