Pam: Part 6 (one room, two scenes)
From the side, Riley watches Kaori with a half-lidded smile, savoring the show. Then, with a low chuckle, they murmur playfully, “Looks like you could use me for some release…”
Kaori turns her head—sharp, hungry—and pounces.
Without a word, she pushes Riley back into the chair, drops to her knees, and yanks their pants down in one swift motion. Riley’s cock is already half-hard from watching everything unfold, but it only takes a single stroke of Kaori’s tongue—broad, slow, worshipful—for it to pulse into full size.
“Mmm, fuck,” Kaori breathes, voice thick with lust. “I forget how pretty your cock is.”
Then she dives in.
Not shy, not teasing—needy. Kaori takes Riley deep, hands gripping their thighs as she bobs her head with a rhythm that is almost aggressive, mouth hot and wet, throat working around every inch she can take. She moans around them, the vibration making Riley curse softly.
Kaori pulls back just enough to swirl her tongue around the head, licking up a bead of precum, eyes glazed but locked on Riley’s.
“Don’t cum yet,” she says, breathless. “I’m not done with using you.”
Riley, gripping the armrests now, can only nod.
Kaori goes back down—faster this time, even hungrier—still fingering herself furiously, like she is trying to fuck the need for June out of her system with Riley’s cock instead.
It isn’t working. But it is making her wetter.
The room splits into two currents—parallel, molten, feeding off each other.
On the couch, Pam finds her rhythm now—not just in her hips or breath, but in her want. No longer trembling, just flushed and eager, she leans into Ashley’s chest again, suckling at one heavy breast with a desperation that makes Ashley moan and hold her close, fingers still lazily circling between Pam’s thighs.
Then, just as suddenly, Pam turns to June—drags her forward by the lace of her lingerie and latches onto one of her nipples, tongue flicking before drawing it into her mouth. June gasps, eyes fluttering shut, and cradles Pam’s face like she can’t believe how hungry the girl gets.
“Fuck, look at you,” June whispers. “You’re insatiable now.”
Pam pulls back with a wet pop, chest heaving. “I want both of you. I want all of it.”
Ashley chuckles, stroking her hair. “Oh, baby, you have us.”
Then Pam leans back in—alternating now, lips sliding from one soft breast to another, lavishing them both with equal hunger, each moan she draws out spurring her on.
Across the room, Kaori snaps.
She is no longer kneeling.
She straddles Riley in the armchair now, thighs spread wide, riding their cock with an intensity that borders on brutal. Her robe is flung off entirely. Her enormous breasts bounce with each thrust, sweat slicking her chest, hair sticking to her neck.
Riley’s hands grip her hips hard, guiding her, but Kaori is in control—using them, fucking down like she is trying to crush every fantasy she has just had about June into Riley’s lap.
“Harder,” she growls like a wild beast. “Give it to me—fuck—don’t hold back.”
Riley obeys, thrusting up into her in time with her movements. Their groans grow louder, sharper. But Kaori is louder—moaning, snarling, breath hitching every time her clit grinds against Riley’s pelvis.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” she gasps, nails dragging down Riley’s chest. “Don’t you dare cum till I say—fuck—till I say…” Riley’s voice breaks. “Kaori—please—” She grins wickedly, grinding even faster. “Beg harder.”
Between the wet slap of skin and the low moans filling the room, it is hard to tell who is louder—Kaori riding Riley like a storm, or Pam gasping between the full breasts of the women who have just cracked her open. The whole room pulses with heat, hunger, and release just barely being held back.