I hung up with a sigh, my husband's delayed flight leaving me in this satin nightshirt and heels, ready for nothing. The thumping bass from down the street pulled me outside, chasing that damn dog. "Back here, you little escape artist," I muttered, heels clicking as I caught my breath near the house. Four guys eyed me, one whistling. "Looking for trouble in that getup, or just lost?" the tallest asked, his grin sharp. "Neither, smartass. My dog's inside. Move," I shot back, pushing past with a sway that dared them. Inside, the crowd parted as I searched, until a tall man steered me to a bedroom. "Dog's not here, but you are. White girl like you at this party? Bold choice." I laughed, hands on hips. "Bold? Try desperate for my pet. Your move's weak." He stripped fast, but I didn't shrink. "That cock's hard already? Cute. Bet it won't last." He pinned my wrists, thrusting against my panties, making me wet despite myself. The door opened; another guy entered, drunk but eager. "Room for one more? That ass looks dripping." "Only if you can keep up with my wit, boys," I retorted, panting as the first ripped my shirt open. "Five of you? Bring it. Make me cum hard or crawl home losers." They took turns, cocks hard and thrusting into my pussy, one after another—five guys filling me, cum dripping as I came explosively, sweating and horny, my strong moans turning to commands: "Deeper, or you're done." Panting, I owned the room until the last spurt.
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