Another trip: Part 9 (a tale of two facials)
The Vegas suite is warm and thrumming with Chen’s pulse, the air thick with sex and pride and triumph.
Isabella’s lips are still moist, still glistening with Chen’s pleasure, her cheeks flushed and eyes heavy-lidded as she purrs beneath them.
“You’ve been watching them, haven’t you, darling? Watching your lovers fall apart for you—together with my twin sister.”
Chen nods—barely. They’re past words now. But not past purpose.
Chen rises slowly, cock still slick and twitching. Without needing instructions, Isabella kneels by the bed willingly, expectantly, her arms fondling her own boobs with a naughty smile forming on her face.
“Make it a masterpiece,” she whispers.
And Chen does.
It starts with a growl and ends in a breathless, beautiful mess—thick, white ropes splattering Isabella‘s rosy cheeks, streaking across her lips, catching in her lashes and across her neck like wild brushstrokes from Chen’s hips. She gasps with each stripe, mouth open, tongue out, eyes never leaving Chen’s. She wants to be marked.
When Chen is finally spent, she tilts her chin up and moans, licking a streak from her lip.
“Mmm. Sign your name across my face anytime, babe.”
Back on the screen—still streaming in stunning, merciless 4K—Riley has taken Chen’s challenge to “paint the town white.”
They’re standing now, flushed and trembling, knees soft, their cock erect, flushed and glistening from Kaori’s mouth.
June, Kaori, Sofia, and Gabriella are lined up on the bed in front of them—naked, kneeling, eager.
Kaori glances into the camera with a feral grin. “Show them, Riley. Show them how good you are. Paint all of us, baby.”
Riley moans, high and sweet and shaking, and when they cum—it’s a deluge.
Kaori takes the first shot across her glasses and down her nose, licking it up like syrup. June’s tongue is already out, and the second streak catches her cheek and upper lip; she giggles and smears it with two fingers across her collarbone like war paint. Sofia doesn’t flinch—she just lets it paint across her neck and mouth with that serene, sensual acceptance that makes it feel holy. And Gabriella—grinning, teasing—leans in to catch the final spurts, letting it splash her tongue, her chin, her full chest. She wipes some onto her fingers and feeds it to June.
Riley collapses back, gasping.
The harem? Glowing and messy, in the most sacred way.
“Riley, a.k.a. Mx. Cums-a-lot. Ha. I freakin’ love it.” June playfully comments while licking the corner of her mouth, before she leans in to make out with Kaori.
Kaori, cheeks streaked, eyes bright: “Your little poet’s been practicing.”
Sofia hums, stroking Riley’s thigh. “They’re an artist, Chen. A very… gifted one.”
Beside Chen, Isabella stretches and sighs, their jizz drying on her skin like a seal of ownership.
She looks to the screen.
“You’ve trained them beautifully, love.” A beat. Then a sultry smirk. “So… who gets the next round?”