H.A.M.

The heat hits the harem as soon as they pass the velvet rope—sweat, smoke, perfume, and promise. Lights flash pink and violet. Bass shakes the floor. The crowd parts instinctively.

The harem enters like a seven-person hallucination.

The harem spills onto the dance floor as the DJ drops a filthy remix of something half-recognizable.

Chen’s already drunk on them. On Vegas. On everything.

Sofia spins Riley. June dances atop a speaker. Kaori slides between Chen’s legs again and again.

As the rental car proceeds westward along U.S. Route 95, the Vegas skyline is now in the rearview mirror.

At first, the harem assumed it was going to be just a recovery day—maybe a spa, a brunch, a lazy nap on top of each other’s chest—in Esmeralda County, a part of Nevada few have heard of.

But Chen has different plans.

Kaori is already gasping, stretched out on a red velvet chaise lounge, her kimono discarded, her thighs spread, her lipstick smeared across Miss Monroe’s cheek.

Miss Monroe—gorgeous in black lace and garter straps—is eating her out with devastating grace, hands pinning Kaori’s hips down while her tongue works slow, practiced circles. Kaori is moaning loud enough to make the others jealous.

But Kaori’s eyes flutter open, pupils wild with indulgence—and land on the slightly open door.

At the sight of Riley’s big, stiff cock, Miss Monroe has already slid gracefully to the floor. “Darling, that deserves… more than a single release.”

Kaori shifts down, straddling Riley’s legs, while Monroe takes her place from the side. They meet over Riley’s hips—two beautiful, shapely women, mouths level with Riley’s cock, breath warm and synchronized.

Chen is standing in the doorway, stunned. They’ve seen June wild. They’ve seen her bratty. But they’ve never seen her like this—wrecked, blissed-out, helpless in the best ways.

And then Kat looks up, notices them, and asks with a devilish grin:

“You wanna watch her cum again? Or you wanna sit down and help me keep her there?”

June collapses for a moment—boneless, twitching, the final waves of that explosive orgasm rolling through her thighs. Chen gently slides the toy from her spent, soaked cunt, and her breath catches as she watches it emerge: thick, slick, still glistening with her release.

She blinks once… twice…

And then pushes herself upright onto her knees.

June kisses Chen hard, tongue already past their lips before they can react, licking deep—desperate to take it back, to taste what Chen and Kat just claimed as theirs.

Her moan is needy, raw. Chen’s cock twitches in her grip as she strokes it with renewed hunger, worshiping it with both hands.

Her tongue tangles with Chen’s and she groans when she tastes it: herself.

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.

Chen is still holding June’s head gently, cock glistening from her mouth, breath ragged. June is gasping on her knees, sweat-damp, smiling in that wrecked, blissed-out way only Chen can bring out of her.

That’s when Sofia rises—graceful, commanding. Her robe’s untied and slipping from her shoulders, revealing those incredibly voluptuous breasts, flushed and heavy, still marked by Kat’s kisses. Her thighs shimmer slightly with wetness—must’ve been someone’s squirt, thought she has already lost track of whose.