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“Yeah, baby?” she replies.

“I don’t want to stop, but can I taste you? I need to not be able to see Stryker when I come.” Katia says shyly, and she glances at me briefly before turning her head in embarrassment.

“Oh, baby girl, you can absolutely eat my pussy,” Nat smiles and climbs over Katia so that her core is positioned directly above Katia’s face. Katia weaves her arms around Little Fox’s thighs and pulls her down onto her face.

“Fuck, yes, Katia,” she moans.

Nat leans down, spreads Katia’s folds open with her right hand, and sticking out her tiny pink tongue, she flicks Katia’s little nub quickly. Flicking back and forth before sucking it into her mouth. I watch them like this, feasting on one another while they writhe in the pleasure they’re giving each other. My cock is painfully hard, and I fight myself with everything I have not to stroke or touch myself.

“Yeeees!” Katia screams, and her back arches up into Nat as she rides out her release. The vibrations of Katia’s screaming against her folds must be Nat’s undoing because she is moaning her release seconds later, riding Katia’s face.

I sit in silence, praying Little Fox has mercy on my cock and helps me with pain and longing for her and her girl just created inside me. Nat rolls off of Katia, turning so she can kiss her lips. “Are you okay? Was it okay?”

“It was more than okay. I forgot we even had an audience, and I feel like I just put one small piece of myself back together,” she responds as she gives Nat a quick peck. “Now I’m going to go take a shower and clean up, and I think your man over there is owed a little something.”

Katia stands from the bed and makes her way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. “You better get over her right now, Little Fox, and take care of this problem you created,” I demand.

“As you wish,” she whispers and makes her way over to me, dropping to her knees in front of me.

It's like she is finally taking back her own pleasure that Ivan took from her, and it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

Conrad

Thewallsaren'tasthick as you would think they would be in this fancy hotel. Even being on the other side of the damn penthouse, you can hear all the moaning coming from Stryker’s suite. Marcela is sound asleep, snoring. Ever since Nat has been in the picture, she has learned to have noise-canceling headphones on hand. I don't blame her. Nat is a very vocal partner in the bedroom. But that leaves King and I lying in our beds listening to everything that’s happening.

“King, are you still up?” I ask.

He scoffs, “How the fuck is one supposed to sleep with a raging hard-on from those sounds coming out of that room. Fuck, Stryker is lucky.”

“Honestly, how are they still going? Haven’t heard Stryker in a while though, so maybe they gagged him,” I tell him.

“Now that’s a funny image. I can just imagine Stryker being bound and gagged while having to watch Nat and Katia get each other off,” he laughs but then stops. “Actually, I bet that lucky fucker is loving every moment of it. Lucky bastard,” King says in a tone that comes off as if he’s pouting.

“I feel like I would be crossed-eyed at this point.”

King gets out of bed and adjusts himself before heading to the bathroom. “Sorry, Conrad, but I have to jack off or something. Maybe take a cold shower. The pressure building in my dick isn’t letting up, and I need some relief.”

As he disappears into the bathroom, I stand up to pace the room, trying to relax. I know Marcela is asleep, and King may be awhile. So I climb back into my bed, slide my hand into the waistband of my sweatpants and stroke my length. I’ve been so worked up that I cum in no time. I slink out of bed to wipe off and change pants. Then, before King returns, I easily fall asleep.

Waking up the next morning, my senses are assaulted with the sweet smell of coffee and breakfast food.My favorite. I look over to see Marcela is gone, so I can only assume it is her who has blessed us with this wake-up call.

King is stretching in bed when I ask, “Do we dare go check on Stryker's room?”

“Hell yeah, we go check on that room,” he is almost too quick to reply. Making our way across the main living area, looking like we are on a very important mission, we wave to Alexie and Marcela, who are sitting at the table, eating room service.

“We weren't supposed to wait for you, were we?” Marcela asks through a mouthful of food.

“You're good,” King throws back at her before flinging the french doors to the suite-wide open.

Following in behind him but still looking at the table of food behind us, I don’t notice King stop and smash into the back of him. He hardly moves because he is built like a brick shit house, but he still sways a bit. I peek around him to see why he stopped so abruptly. In the enormous bed are Stryker and Katia, with Nat sandwiched between them. Nat is on top of the covers, though, completely naked, face down with her perfect ass up in the air.

My thoughts are interrupted by Alexie leaning on the door frame and clearing his throat loudly behind us. The bodies in the bed start to stir. Stryker opens his eyes first and smiles at us all standing there. “Sorry if we kept you up last night. No, actually, I’m not sorry.” He laughs, winking at us while shaking the girls a little to rile them.

Katia barely stirs and stays snuggled under her blankets. I don’t think she heard Alexie at all. Nat turns her head slightly as her red hair covers her face. She flips herself over and sits up on her elbows, looking at us. Nat has no qualms about us all taking her in. She revels in the attention we are all giving her body as she rolls around and stretches, giving us all a full frontal view of her naked body.

“Morning, everyone,” she smiles at us, letting a moan slip out of her lips at the feeling of her stretch.

“So, umm, what happened?” I asked while directing my attention toward Katia.

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