No one in the harem has any idea that Chen has arranged a little compensation for the delayed return: two exquisite professionals, hand-picked to match the harem’s tastes exactly—
One soft, curvy cis woman with a mouth made for worship, and one slender, beautifully-endowed trans woman with a cock to rival even Riley’s.
They’ll arrive discreetly, knock at the door, and politely introduce themselves just after dinner while the lovely members of the harem are sprawled in their usual post-dinner cuddle pile.
Hungry, thirsty and lustful, they waste zero time.
Kaori is the first to pounce: she drags the curvy cis lady by the silk dress to the couch, climbs onto her lap backward, and grinds her plush ass into the woman’s thighs. She pulls her head back for a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss that makes Riley whimper from Sofia’s lap.
Meanwhile, June circles the tall trans beauty like a cat. One bratty tug undoes the hidden clasp—and the moment that big, thick cock springs free, June lets out a low, filthy purr:
Chen’s luggage barely thuds to the floor before they hear it: a muffled squeal, a hushed “shh, they’re here!”—then a rush of footsteps on hardwood.
They’re so tired, sticky with travel sweat, maybe still tasting faint memories of that hotel sin in the back of their mind—but the house itself smells like home and that perfect storm they missed so painfully.
Kaori, still straddling Chen’s lap, grinds down with zero patience. She lifts just enough to guide their cock between her soft folds—moaning the moment their tip catches her slick entrance, already dripping wet.
June huffs, swatting Kaori’s hip:
“Hey! We said share! Greedy cow—watch how I spank your fat ass cheeks till they get redder than Riley’s face…”
Kaori snaps back, breathless:
“Too slow, brat. They’re mine first. Cry about it…nnnhmmm—!”
Chen is spent.
Or at least, they think they are.
Chen’s cock sores, still twitching inside Sofia, who hasn’t quite moved off of them yet.
Kaori’s draped over the back of the couch, grinning through a dazed glow.
June is face-down on Chen’s thigh, mumbling something smug into their skin.
Riley’s curled up next to Chen, nuzzling soft kisses into their collarbone.
And then—
(How did you lose your virginity? How often did you masturbate? What was your body count?)
It’s a soft Saturday dusk when Sofia arrives home from a late community event, guiding a young man by the wrist. He’s tall-ish, skinny in a boyish way—curly hair flopping into wide brown eyes. His cheap cologne tries to mask the anxious sweat rolling down his neck.
His name is Dan—and he just turned 18 not too long ago, still lives with his single dad, never been laid but swears to his locker-room friends he’s “saving it for a real MILF, not some immature high school girl.”
Tonight, Sofia’s about to grant that fantasy—and a little more.
Dan sits frozen on the plush couch—Sofia straddling his lap, warmth pressed everywhere, Riley kneeling between his spread knees like a shy angel with wicked eyes.
Sofia hums against his neck, kisses drifting up to his jawline. She catches his wide, nervous eyes and smiles—all calm power and motherly sin in one soft curve of lips.
“Eyes on me, baby…”
When Sofia’s sure Dan is fully losing it, she tilts her head and calls out:
“Chen, love? Come here. Dan needs a demonstration. He’s a good boy, but new at this…”
“Yeah? How new are we talking?”
“Well, I just claimed his first kiss ten seconds ago.” Sofia replies rather proudly.
Dan whimpers—the self-proclaimed “MILF enthusiast” finally living his fantasy—as Sofia sinks down on him slow, taking every inch at her pace, hips rolling like honey and heat.
She leans forward, hands on his chest, heavy breasts swaying over his face. He tries to suck her nipple again but she laughs softly—
“Focus, baby. Thrust. I want to feel every inch of you. Good boy…”
His hips buck helplessly up into her warmth—every slap of skin a soft echo under the low moans in the room.