The morning after the bonfire, they barely left the bed before the hunger returned. Becky woke to Ryder’s thick c**k already buried inside her, f*****g her slow and deep while the others watched and stroked themselves. She came hard before she was fully awake, and the day began with another round of greedy, c*m-soaked indulgence.
But as the sun climbed, Adrian proposed the plan they’d all been anticipating.
“Tonight,” he said, eyes dark with promise, “we play. Each of us gets to claim you as someone else. No limits. No holding back. You’re our fantasy bride.”
Becky’s p***y clenched at the words. “Yes.”
They spent the day teasing her with hints—whispers of what each man planned, light b*****e tests with silk and rope, and a trip to the toy bag they’d brought. By evening, the villa had b
