I hung up with a sigh, my husband's delayed flight leaving me in this Kelly-green satin nightshirt and heels, nipples already hard from the fabric's tease. The thumping bass from down the street pulled me outside, chasing that damn dog who'd bolted.
Four guys loitered out front, eyes raking my barely covered curves. "Lost, or just hunting trouble in that getup?" one drawled, his voice sharp.
"Hunting my dog, actually. Unless you boys plan to make this worth my time," I shot back, hips swaying as I pushed past. Inside, the party swirled with heat and stares. A tall, dark man steered me to a bedroom, door clicking shut.
"White girl like you, dressed like that? Must be begging for a hard cock," he smirked, shedding clothes.
I laughed, pressing a palm to his chest. "Begging? Please. If you're going to waste my night, at least prove that thing's worth riding. Make me wet before you even try." My fingers wrapped his growing shaft, stroking firmly. He groaned, hands roaming my ass, but I shoved him back onto the bed and straddled him.
"Horny already? Good," I purred, grinding my dripping pussy along his length. The door opened; another guy entered, then more—five total, watching, stroking. "Five more? Ambitious. Let's see if you can keep up."
I sank down, taking his thick cock deep into my pussy, riding hard as they circled. Sweat beaded on my skin, my ass slapping his thighs. "Deeper—yes, like that," I commanded, panting. One offered his cock; I took it in a wet blowjob, tongue swirling while another teased my ass. They took turns, each pounding my pussy, cum dripping down my thighs as I came hard, body shaking, screaming my release.
Panting, I locked eyes with them. "Not bad. But next time, ask nicely first."
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