Esmeralda: Part 7 (a crowded room for the brat)
The room is growing warmer. Partly because it’s getting crowded, and partly because of the raw, intimate, and unapologetically hedonistic party underway—a swirling knot of mouths, hands, and bodies, all focused on love, lust, and the sacred act of making the brat melt.
June is still on her knees, gripping Chen’s cock, lips swollen and panting from the snowball kiss. Her eyes are wild, shining with tears, spit, and devotion. She keeps trying to bring Chen back into her mouth—but this time, they nod toward Kat.
“Hold her for me.”
Kat grins. “With pleasure.”
In seconds, Kat has June’s wrists pulled behind her back, bound together with the same pink silk belt she wore into the room. She doesn’t just hold June still—she arches her, making her chest lift, her spine curve, her mouth tilt upward into the perfect angle for worship.
“Look at that pretty mouth,” Kat purrs. “So eager. So fucking needy.”
She pushes down gently on June’s shoulders, making sure she stays in place.
June moans around nothing, lips parted, already waiting.
Chen steps forward, cock glistening, and traces it across her open lips—from left to right, then from right to left slowly—before pushing in.
Not all the way. Not yet. Just the head. Then deeper. Deeper. Deeper.
Her mouth stretches around them, eyes fluttering closed, and they groan at the heat, the tightness, the way she offers herself.
Chen starts to move. Not sadistic—but intentional. Controlled. As in, Chen is not giving her time to breathe unless they choose to.
Kat keeps her upright, steady, whispering in her ear, “Take it, baby. Take it all in. You know how much you need this.”
While Chen thrusts into June’s mouth, Sofia steps in—graceful as always, but with hunger simmering beneath the surface.
She walks up to Kat, cups her face, and kisses her—slow at first, then deeper, wetter, tongues tangling as June gags on Chen’s cock below them.
Kat moans gently into Sofia’s mouth.
Sofia hums, pleased, then kneels. Right there. Right in front of Kat.
She spreads Kat’s thighs, guides her hips back onto the edge of a chair, and leans in.
Dee watches this unfold with quiet reverence, before starting to move like silk across the room.
She kneels beside Sofia, adds her mouth to Kat’s inner thigh, and joins her.
Two tongues now. One on Kat’s clit, one beneath it. Alternating. Mirroring. Exchanging kisses intermittently. Making Kat the one who moans uncontrollably now.
Kat arches back, fingers still clutching June’s bound wrists, her mouth still open against Sofia’s.
She’s being devoured while holding June still for Chen.
Chen speeds up. Not violently. Just… hungrily.
June is drooling around them. Gagging slightly. Her eyes roll back and she hums, desperate to cum again just from being used—from Chen’s throbbing cock in her mouth—from the heat of everyone around her.
Chen’s hands hold her head just firmly enough. They fuck her throat with deep, slow strokes—every one earning a groan from their chest.
Chen grows dizzy, overwhelmed with euphoria as a cornucopia of sensations permeate every last inch of their rock-hard cock. Meanwhile, Kat moans into Sofia’s mouth; Sofia gasps for air between licks; Dee murmurs “beautiful, yes, just like that”; and—of course—June remains choked, helpless, ecstatic in Chen’s grip.