The circle on the fur rugs tightened without anyone speaking first. Mouths found mouths, then drifted lower. Sophie’s lips closed around James’s c**k while Tara straddled his face, grinding down with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips. Marcus pushed into Lena from behind, one hand in her hair, the other reaching across to cup Elise’s breast as she took David deeper into her throat. The fire threw restless light over slick skin and open legs. Outside the storm still clawed at the glass.
“Look at you,” David murmured, voice rough. “My own niece sucking c**k like she was born for it.” Sophie answered by taking him farther, eyes watering, one hand working the base. Elise pulled off long enough to say, “Don’t stop talking. I want to hear every filthy thing.”
Bodies shifted. An oral chain form
