The garage reeked of motor oil and spilled vodka while our crew sprawled across battered couches, already three sheets to the wind. I, Severin, lounged with Katya curled against me, her strong fingers tracing my thigh. Across the room Alena, my sharp-tongued ex, nursed a bottle and watched with narrowed eyes, joined by Varya’s knowing smirk, Denis’s lazy grin, Kolya’s raised brow, and Isa’s curious stare.
“Severin,” Katya purred, voice laced with challenge, “you keep bragging about BDSM and filling me up. Think you can handle me with an audience, or are you all talk?” I chuckled, meeting her fire with my own. “Only if you admit you’re the one who gets dripping wet at the idea of my cock in your ass right here.”
Alena snorted from her corner. “Classic. Always the showman.” Varya added, “Don’t stop on our account—unless you’re scared.” Katya’s eyes flashed. “Scared? Watch and learn.” She hauled me upright, our mouths crashing together in a hungry kiss that left us both panting and horny.
Clothes hit the concrete. Katya shoved me onto the hood of the car and dropped to deliver a wicked blowjob, her tongue working my hard cock while the others fell silent. “Taste that, boys and girls,” she teased between licks. “He’s mine tonight.”
I flipped her over the warm metal, delivering a firm spank that made her ass jiggle. She was already soaked; I slid into her tight ass with one thrust, pounding deep as her pussy dripped onto the floor. We fucked like animals—sweating, grunting—while friends murmured encouragement.
Katya came first, clenching around me, then I followed, emptying cum inside her with a groan. We stayed locked together, panting and slick.
As the others began to stir, Katya whispered against my ear, “Round two’s going to involve all of them.”
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