What happens in Vegas…: Part 2 (their first sevensome)
Kaori peels her shirt off in one fluid motion—no bra, soft breasts bouncing as she straddles Chen, already grinning. “I believe you still owe me a ride, lover.”
June and Riley pin Chen’s wrists above their head, giggling as they do. Riley alternates between licking Chen’s nipple and nibbling June’s neck. June returns the favor by showering Riley with deep French kisses, her fingers still lazily fondling Chen’s other nipple.
“No thrusting,” Kaori says, lowering herself onto Chen’s cock with agonizing slowness. “You take my pace tonight.”
Chen’s hips twitch. June presses them down with a firm hand.
Kaori rocks—small, merciless rolls. She bites her lip, watching Chen’s face.
“God, you look ruined already. You missed this, didn’t you? Being properly fucked, not just around us, but by us.”
Chen nods—barely. They’re drenched in heat, scent, pressure, and—above all—love.
Sofia watches from behind Isabella, smiling. “They’re being very good.”
From the other side of the bed, Gabriella is being handled.
She’s flat on her back, legs spread wide—Riley occupying the space in between them, fingering her with the same rhythm Kaori is riding Chen with.
Gabriella writhes. Moans. Shakes. Her head lolls.
Riley leans down and licks her—then crawls across the bed to Chen, her pussy juice still fresh on their tongue.
They straddle Chen’s chest and lean in close for a kiss. Deep. Wet. Messy. Unmistakably Riley.
Chen greedily devours Gabriella’s moans, her heat, her libido, her passion—all via Riley’s mouth.
Riley breaks the kiss just long enough to whisper, “That’s how she sounds when she says your name, Chen.”
Then they kiss Chen again—deeper, hungrier and sultrier than ever—as Kaori rides Chen at an even faster pace, with even more fervor.
Chen is surrounded. Claimed. Theirs.
Kaori grinds faster, gasping, “Cum with me, baby—cum while they watch. While they touch. While they take.”
Isabella is also about to climax together with Sofia again for the umpteenth time. Gabriella is growling and begging for more, her thighs fully drenched. June is biting Chen’s shoulder while furiously rubbing her own clit. Riley is kissing Chen with Gabriella’s pussy taste still lingering on their breath.
And finally, Chen falls apart. With the harem. For the harem.
Minutes later…or maybe hours. Time’s lost all meaning.
The room is a storm-blown wreck—pillows askew, sheets tangled, Chen’s body aching in that perfect way that means they were worshipped and used and loved all at once.
Chen is sprawled at the center of the bed, limbs heavy, lips (and nips) still tingling from Riley’s kisses. Kaori is draped half on top of Chen, cheek pressed to their chest, her breath warm and slow. Isabella is curled between Sofia’s thighs, eyes closed, cheek resting against Sofia’s belly as if she belongs there (well, who said she doesn’t?). Gabriella is spooned up behind June, both of them humming softly, with Gabriella still gently stroking June’s inner thigh. Riley’s nestled at Chen’s side, hand on their stomach, thumb tracing lazy circles.
In place of the symphony of loud screams, lustful moans, and sticky slaps of precum-slicked skin earlier, now the only sound remaining is breathing—and the occasional tiny sigh when someone shifts or stretches.
Sofia breaks the silence, voice low and tender: “We should make this a tradition.”
June groans. “Flying across state lines just to fuck Chen unconscious? I’m in.”
Chen smiles without opening their eyes. “I heard that.”
“Good. Just checking you’re still alive,” Kaori kisses their chest and murmurs, reaching down for where she is expecting to feel Chen’s morning wood.