Elena strode into the penthouse suite like she owned the night, her crimson dress hugging every curve. Five men lounged with hungry stares, phones already in hand. "Look at you lot," she purred, voice sharp as a whip, "five eager cocks twitching before I've even said hello. Think you can handle a real woman, or are we just here for your sad little videos?"
One smirked, unzipping. "You're the one who booked us, whore."
"Proud whore," she corrected, stepping closer, her fingers trailing his hardening length. "And don't forget it. Now, pants off—let's see those cocks stand at attention."
Laughter rippled as they complied, the air thickening with heat. Elena's pussy grew wet, dripping anticipation down her thighs; she was already horny, panting softly. "You," she commanded one, "in my pussy. You, my ass—slow at first, or I'll make you beg. Mouth gets the blowjob king here. Hands for the last two. Phones out? Good. Record every second of me owning this."
They circled, strong but following her lead. She shed her dress, skin glistening. As the first cock thrust into her slick pussy and another stretched her ass, she moaned around the third in her mouth, hands pumping the remaining hard shafts. Sweat beaded on her brow, her body rocking with their rhythm.
Inner thoughts flooded: This is perfection—cock in every hole, hands working those throbbing lengths, phones capturing my shameless glory. I love being used like this, a proud dirty slutty whore, degrading myself for their cum, wet and dripping while they pant. I'm in control, the queen of this filthy scene.
Witty barbs flew between thrusts: "Harder, boys—don't make me do all the work!" One grunted, "You're insatiable," as she came first, body clenching, then they followed—cum spilling across her tongue, ass, and hands in explosive release, her laughter echoing through the panting chaos.
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