Page 31 of Koroleva

"Aren't you coming?" Irene asked, already finished. "Should I suck it again?" I wasn't focused, too many things swirling in my head.

"Yes, that's fine," I agreed.

With her mouth busy, she wouldn't distract me from the show.

I leaned my hands against the cold glass. She knelt down, removed the condom, and put her heart into blowing me wickedly. She slurped the tip every time she reached the end and caressed my balls to hasten the climax.

My body began to tense. "That's it, a little more and I'll reach heaven."

The trio continued to play. The blonde turned around and the pants slid down showing firm buttocks that were kissed, licked, and nibbled.

I rested my forehead between my hands. And my hips began to move as if it was that ass that housed my erection. I felt it, I was ready to let go.

The piece of fabric returned to its place. The clients protested, wanting to see flesh, just like me. The bodyguard turned the blonde around to peel off the top, leaving that wonderful torso free. Cheers and shouts of "take it all off" rang out.

One of them asked for calm with the gesture of his hands, which moved ready to undo some laces on the pants. Doing so, the central fabric loosened, allowing the bodyguard to partially free the mound of Venus and show that she was shaved.

I growled seeing one of them position himself in front of the exposed skin, and the other return to the rear of the female body to untie the mask that kept the volunteer anonymous.

Irene used her hand to make me break. My heated body convulsed, propelling my climax into her throat as soon as the face was revealed and I saw in it that which I so coveted.

14

La Torre

Mak y Luk were doing a great job with me on stage.

When I arrived at La Marca, I asked for Kai and requested a personal favor from him.

That's how I ended up on top of La Torre with his men. I knew where my husband was because Kai had everything under control at the venue, including the people who slipped into his private rooms.

Knowing the location, all I needed was the stage set.

Romeo wanted his particular wedding night with the redhead whore.

Well, fine, because I planned to screw the two most coveted guys at La Marca right under his nose! And my little hubby couldn’t reproach me for anything, because I kept my word; the ones I was going to sleep with were not his men.

If he wanted to play that game, he better be prepared, because nobody kicks me off the board.

I was topless, with Mak kissing my pubis and Luk groping my breasts, when an enraged scream came from the private room where Capulet was.

I looked towards the place with a smug smile.

Romeo had just burst through the door, shirtless, with tousled hair, his pants undone, and that whore Irene wiping the corner of her mouth.

How I hated that damn bitch!

She had just captured something with her middle finger, to bring it between her lips. I was great at interpreting gestures, and with that one, she was letting me know that my husband had just come on her damn rubbery lips.

I was naked, with those huge balloons ready for takeoff, out in the open and unabashed. That didn't bother me, what did was that "I just won the game" smile I wanted to wipe off her face in one fell swoop.

I was going to pull out those eyelash extensions one by one.

Like a jaguar, Romeo leaped onto the stage. I admired that torso completely covered in ink. His chest heaved with distress.

"Have you gone mad?" he roared with clenched fists.

Immediately, Luk and Mak stepped in front of me to block his path.

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