Thursday morning. Ryan sat at his sleek downtown office desk, the soft hum of Seattle waking up outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Claudia’s file lay open before him — a complex contract needing his attention — but his mind drifted back to last night.

He remembered the heat of McKenna’s skin pressed close, the way her breath hitched as they tangled beneath the sheets, the lingering taste of her lips still fresh. They’d stayed up late after the party, the night folding into something intimate and unexpected.

A soft buzz from his phone pulled him back. It was Sadie.

“McKenna just sent that pic to all the girls,” the text read. “The one of her pussy dripping with your cum — the one she snapped while you were still tangled in bed together.”

Ryan’s chest tightened with excitement. Sadie’s message wasn’t done.

“Taylor saw it. She’s been hot and heavy thinking about it all night.”
“She’s going to be in the city this weekend.”
“Wants to spend some time with the guys.”
“11 a.m. Saturday, her place. Be ready.”

Ryan smiled to himself, already picturing Taylor—confident, sharp, and electrifying—waiting with that mischievous glint in her eye. The weekend was shaping up to be far more interesting than he’d expected.

Another message from Sadie popped up, crisp and to the point:

“Here’s the address — downtown.”

Ryan chuckled softly, setting his phone down for a moment. Amazing goddesses, all of them—powerful, confident, and effortlessly seductive.

He shook his head, a slow grin spreading across his face. Whatever Taylor had planned, he was ready.

Saturday morning dawned clear and bright, the city alive with promise. Ryan pulled up to the sleek glass facade of Taylor’s condo building, dressed casually sharp—fashionable shorts paired with a tight-fitting tee that hugged his athletic frame, expensive sunglasses shading his eyes, and a luxury watch gleaming on his wrist.

He stepped up to the keypad by the entrance and typed in her unit number. A moment later, Taylor’s smooth voice came through the speaker. “I’ll buzz you in. See you soon.”

The massive doors slid open silently. Inside, the lobby was a modern marvel—clean lines, polished stone floors, and artfully placed greenery. Ryan stepped into the elevator, which hummed almost inaudibly as it whisked him upwards, floor after floor fading behind.

When the elevator doors parted, he walked down the plush hallway to her door and knocked lightly. “It’s open,” Taylor’s voice called.

Pushing the door open, Ryan found her standing with her back to him beside a tall fiddle leaf fig, watering can in hand. She wore a matching yellow set—high-waisted cheeky panties that perfectly framed her toned, fit ass, and a tiny bralette that left little to the imagination.

She glanced over her shoulder, eyes locking with his. “Hi, handsome,” she greeted him, with a sultry tone.

She turned slowly, setting the watering can down with deliberate ease. Her bare feet made no sound on the polished floor as she approached him, every step radiating quiet confidence. The soft yellow fabric of her bralette clung snugly to her small but ample breasts, pushing them up just enough to reveal the subtle outline of her nipples beneath the sheer material.

On the left side, a delicate silver bar glinted—a tasteful nipple piercing that caught the morning light, adding an unexpected edge to her otherwise serene presence.

Her eyes met his with a playful, knowing spark as she closed the distance between them.

She stood just 5’1”, so she rose gracefully onto her tiptoes, pressing a soft kiss to Ryan’s cheek. One hand slid lightly up his chest, fingers tracing a teasing path. “Make yourself comfortable… some of the others will be here soon.”

With a smile, she stepped back and glided toward the other room, leaving Ryan settling onto the plush couch—already feeling the electric anticipation of the afternoon ahead.

Ryan moved to the door of Taylor’s sleek condo, the afternoon sun casting long shadows as the others arrived one by one. He buzzed each of them in with a quick smile, anticipation humming in the air.

First came Javi — tall, lean, with sun-kissed skin and an easy charm. His deep brown eyes flicked around the room as he stepped in, the faint scent of cedarwood cologne trailing him. “Hey, Ryan,” he greeted with a nod. “Looks like we’re in for quite the weekend.”

Next was Milo — solidly built and a bit more reserved, but with a sly grin that hinted at his sharp wit. His glasses caught the light as he adjusted them. “I heard this place has the best view in the city. Can’t wait to check it out.”

Theo arrived last, his tousled dark hair and confident stride making him seem right at home already. He clapped Ryan on the back. “Man, this is gonna be fun. Taylor knows how to throw a gathering.”

Ryan grinned, feeling the camaraderie from the retreat settle in naturally. “Glad you guys made it. Taylor’s place is something else — wait till you see it.”

Javi laughed. “She’s got that mysterious vibe, huh? I can tell this weekend is going to be memorable.”

Milo raised his cup. “To good friends, good vibes, and whatever else Taylor has planned.”

Theo smirked. “Yeah, let’s make sure we keep it interesting.”

Ryan raised his own cup in response. “Here’s to that.”

The group moved deeper into the condo, the mood light and easy — the promise of the afternoon and night ahead crackling just beneath the surface.

Taylor’s bedroom door swung open, and every head in the room turned.

She stepped out with a bright, almost playful bounce in her step, her platinum-blonde hair spilling in soft waves over her shoulders. The bright pink lingerie clung to her like it was made for her alone — a delicate lace thong cut so small it barely covered her completely bare, smooth pussy, the sheer fabric leaving nothing to the imagination. Her matching bra was just as revealing, sheer cups lifting her small but perfectly shaped breasts, her nipples — the left adorned with a gleaming silver barbell piercing — clearly visible through the lace.

A garter belt hugged her narrow waist, framing the flat, toned lines of her stomach, the garters clipping to sheer stockings that traced her long, lean legs down to her high heels. Every movement — the arch of her foot, the sway of her hips — radiated a confident, flirty energy that filled the room.

“Hi guys!” she said with a peppy smile, her voice light and teasing as her big, bright blue eyes swept over each of them. She planted a hand on her hip and tilted her head slightly, almost as if posing for them.

The guys reacted instantly.

“Jesus, Taylor,” Javi muttered, his grin widening. “You’re trying to kill us already?”

Theo let out a low whistle, his gaze roaming up her toned, petite frame. “Pink’s definitely your color.”

Milo chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t think any of us were ready for this.”

Ryan couldn’t help but take her in from head to toe — her petite, 5’1” frame perfectly balanced between athletic and soft, her yoga-toned body glowing under the soft condo lighting. She was earthy yet polished, seductive without needing to try — and now, standing there dressed like that, she owned the entire room.

Taylor beamed at their reactions, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Glad you like it. I figured we should start things off… properly.”

She gave a little spin, her thong riding high as her firm ass flexed, before turning back to face them, smiling as if nothing about this moment were out of the ordinary.

“Now,” she said, clapping her hands lightly, “who’s ready to make this day interesting?”

Taylor stopped in the center of the room, the click of her heels punctuating the silence as every pair of eyes followed her. She tilted her chin up slightly, that confident, playful glint lighting her blue eyes.

“Alright, boys,” she said, her tone light but leaving no room for doubt. “I’m not here for small talk. I want all of you — every single one of you — for myself today.”

Her hands slid down her sides, tracing the curve of her waist, then hooked briefly into the thin straps of her garter belt as she looked at each of them in turn.

“I want a proper gangbang,” she continued, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “I want to be your beautiful goddess of sex, dripping with cum until I’m so blissed out I can’t think straight. I want to be cum drunk by the end of this — absolutely wrecked, with every one of you taking your turn.”

Her tone was casual, almost conversational, but there was heat pulsing beneath every word. She gave a small shrug, her blonde waves shifting over her shoulders.

“And I expect you to keep up with me, gentlemen. You’re all in good shape, right? Because I plan on taking all of you more than once today.”

She spun slowly, showing another full view of her barely there lingerie, her perfectly toned ass flexing with every subtle movement.

“Think you can handle that?” she teased, looking over her shoulder as she posed for them, her peppy tone returning but with a razor’s edge of seduction.

Javi grinned first, leaning back against the couch with his arms spread. “Handle it? We’ve been waiting for this.”

Theo chuckled, shaking his head, already adjusting himself subconsciously.

“Cum drunk, huh? Guess we’d better pace ourselves.”

Milo smirked.

“Or not. Sounds like she doesn’t want pacing.”

Ryan watched Taylor — her petite frame commanding the space with a mix of authority and mischief — and felt the familiar heat building low and strong. She had a way of speaking like she was giving them instructions, but every word only pulled them deeper into her rhythm.

Taylor’s gaze flicked to him, catching the way he was looking at her. She smiled, soft but knowing.

“Good. Now, let’s start slow… and build from there. I want to enjoy every second of this before I’m begging for more.”

Ryan stood, Taylor’s bright pink lingerie-clad body a perfect contrast to the clean lines of her high-rise condo. Her peppy but commanding tone cut through the room as she smiled at them all.

“You’re all way too overdressed for what I have planned. Take your clothes off, boys.”

The four men exchanged a quick, knowing look—this wasn’t their first time together. No hesitation, no awkwardness, just a mutual grin as they started peeling away layers.

Theo was the first to strip his shirt, his lean but defined frame catching the light from the tall windows. His wiry muscles were cut and athletic, his abs sharp as he kicked off his sneakers. His cock was already thickening, a good seven and a half inches hanging heavy as he dropped his shorts.

Milo followed, his broader, stockier build balancing muscle and strength. His chest and arms were thick, veins prominent along his forearms. He let his shorts fall and his cock sprang forward, just over eight inches, already hardening fully.

Javi was next, the tallest and most imposing of them all. His deep tan skin stretched over wide shoulders and a sculpted torso, his frame both powerful and fluid, like a natural athlete. As he slid his briefs down, his massive nine-inch cock swung free, already heavy and nearly hard, a sight that drew Taylor’s eyes immediately.

Ryan pulled his fitted tee over his head, his own build perfectly balanced—athletic, strong, a trim waist and broad shoulders. His 8-inch cock was stiff and throbbing as he dropped his shorts, the blood pumping hot through him. His gaze never left Taylor, and hers never left him as she bit her bottom lip, her hunger showing openly.

The four men stood before her, each of them hard, confident, and unashamed. They’d seen each other like this before—at the retreat, in moments just like this—and Taylor had already had each of them in some capacity. The familiarity made it easy, fluid, and charged.

Taylor’s eyes swept over their naked bodies, lingering on each cock, her breath catching audibly as she grinned.

“God, I love this view,” she said, her tone playful but heated.

“Exactly how I wanted you—ready for me.”

Ryan felt his pulse pounding, his cock twitching, his focus narrowing to nothing but Taylor and the electric anticipation in the room.

Taylor sauntered past them, hips swaying deliberately as she perched on the edge of her massive white couch. From her seat, her bright pink lingerie glowed against her golden skin, and her head tilted back to look up at the four naked men standing over her. Her lips curled into a teasing, almost innocent smile.

“All this cock… just for me?” she purred, her voice dripping with both delight and mischief.

“God, I feel like I’m being spoiled.”

She crooked a finger, beckoning them closer. Javi, nearest to her, stepped up first, his nine inches already thick and heavy in front of her face. Her small hand slid around him, unable to fully close, her thumb stroking the thick vein along the underside as she bit her lip and looked up at him.

“Mmm… so big,” she murmured. “I almost forgot how gorgeous this is.”

Theo and Milo stepped up next, both towering over her, their cocks gleaming from their own arousal. Ryan followed, his 8-inch shaft bobbing as he joined the circle. Taylor looked up at all of them, her eyes glinting with heat.

“You’re all so hard for me already,” she said, a little laugh bubbling out.

“Guess I’m the one overdressed now.”

She spat into both palms, rubbing her hands together until they were slick, and reached for Theo and Milo’s shafts, her fingers circling their tips as her hands stroked down their lengths. She leaned forward, licking the bead of precum from Theo’s tip before taking him into her mouth, her lips sealing around him.

“Fuck, Taylor…” Theo groaned, his fingers brushing lightly through her platinum hair.

Taylor’s head bobbed slowly, her tongue swirling as she slid lower down his shaft, before pulling off with a soft, wet pop. She turned, her hands still stroking the others, and wrapped her lips around Milo’s swollen head.

“God, your mouth…” Milo muttered, his hips jerking slightly forward as she slid further down his cock, her hand finding Ryan’s shaft and stroking him in slow, firm pulls.

Taylor laughed softly, pulling back just enough to speak, her voice husky.

“Mmm, I love having you all like this… one at a time, or maybe all at once.”

She spit again, adding more slickness to her hands, stroking Javi’s massive cock while switching back to Theo with her mouth, her lips stretching as she took him deeper, a soft gag sounding from her throat.

Ryan’s voice was low as she worked her hand up and down his shaft.

“Taylor… fuck, you’re unreal.”

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling as her tongue flicked along Milo’s tip.

“Oh, I’m just getting started,” she teased before taking Milo fully into her mouth, her head bobbing, spit dripping down his shaft as her hands kept the others slick and hard.

The room filled with the wet sounds of her mouth, the deep breaths and groans of four men as Taylor rotated between them, her peppy, almost playful energy blending with something undeniably seductive.

Javi shifted beside Taylor, his large frame sinking into the couch as the others kept her mouth and hands busy. His fingers slid over her delicate shoulders and down her toned arms, tracing the faint sheen of sweat that had begun to form on her skin. With a careful flick, he found the clasp of her pink lace bra and unsnapped it.

Taylor’s lips pulled free from Theo’s slick shaft for a moment, a soft breathy laugh escaping her as the bra loosened and slipped down her arms. She tugged her arms free and let the delicate scrap of lace fall to the floor, her small, perky breasts now bare, her left nipple adorned with the tiny, glinting barbell piercing.

“Ohhh, that’s better,” she teased, biting her lip as Javi’s warm hand stroked gently over her neck and then down to cup her breast, thumb brushing her piercing as the cool morning light hit it just right.

Her moan vibrated as she leaned forward again, taking Milo deep in her mouth, her tongue circling him as her free hand worked Ryan’s length.

Javi’s hand continued to explore, gliding down her stomach, feeling the tight plane of her core as he gently eased her back against the couch cushions, spreading her out for all of them to see.

Ryan crouched low at her feet, his fingers brushing the smooth line of her calf before sliding up to her ankle. He lifted her left foot, kissing her arch once before slipping off her high heel. Theo mirrored him on the other side, pulling off her right heel and letting it drop softly to the plush rug.

Taylor exhaled, head lolling back for a second, her platinum hair spilling around her shoulders as Milo moved in front of her. He trailed kisses along her thighs, starting just above where her stockings ended, each kiss deliberate, teasing, building the anticipation.

She let out a quiet gasp when his mouth hovered just a breath away from her center, his lips brushing the lace of her panties.

“Mmm… you’re teasing me,” she said, her voice a breathy whisper, playful and wanting.

Milo looked up at her with a crooked smile, his hands sliding to the tiny straps of her garter belt.

“We need to free this up,” he murmured, unhooking the clasps one by one, the delicate snaps coming free until her stockings were loose.

He peeled the lace panties away from her hips, the thin fabric sliding slowly down her thighs.

As the panties slipped off, Taylor arched her back slightly, her bare, smooth skin catching the sunlight streaming through the condo’s tall windows. Javi’s hand slid across her stomach, and Ryan’s fingertips traced along her calf, all of them taking in the sight of her completely bare now except for the stockings and garter belt, her bright pink lingerie now just scraps on the floor.

“Well,” she breathed, her voice teasing but thick with heat. “I think I’m finally dressed the way I should be for you boys.”

Javi chuckled low, kneeling beside her. “Perfect doesn’t even cover it.”

His hand cupped her breast, thumb grazing the cool metal bar through her pierced nipple.

Taylor moaned softly at his touch, her body arching into it. “Mmm… god, I love your hands, Javi.”

Then his mouth replaced his hand, warm lips and tongue circling her taut nipple, flicking the piercing gently.

“You taste so good,” he murmured between licks.

Her breath hitched, her hips twitching as Milo’s tongue teased her clit in slow, deliberate circles, his hands holding her thighs apart. Theo kissed up along her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, while Ryan’s fingers trailed over her stomach, brushing lower, light enough to make her squirm.

Taylor let her head fall back, her platinum hair spilling across the cushions. “Oh, fuck… all of you at once… god, I feel like a goddess right now.”

Her voice was breathy but commanding, a mix of pleasure and playful arrogance.

Ryan leaned close to her ear, his lips brushing her skin.

“That’s because you are, Taylor. Look at you—four men worshiping every inch of you.”

She turned her head, meeting his eyes, her lips curving into a wicked grin.

“Damn right. Don’t hold back. I want everything—every mouth, every hand, every inch of you.”

Javi’s big hands slid under her ass, lifting her slightly so he could suck harder on her pierced nipple, letting it pop free with a soft sound.

“You’re so tight everywhere,” he growled low against her skin. “We’re gonna make you lose it before we’re done.”

Theo kissed along her collarbone, murmuring against her skin.

“Relax and take it, baby. We’ve got you.”

Taylor gasped, her nails digging into the couch as Milo’s tongue pressed more firmly against her clit.

“Oh my god… yes… yes, right there. Don’t stop. I want you boys to ruin me before we even get to the fun part.”

Her body trembled as they kept working her over—Javi flicking and sucking her nipple, Theo’s lips teasing her shoulder, Ryan’s fingers tracing the edge of her hipbones, and Milo’s tongue swirling in deep, slow circles.

She panted, breath coming faster.

“Yes, yes, fuck yes… keep touching me everywhere… make me come just like this. Your goddess wants it.”

Milo’s face glistened as he pulled back from between Taylor’s legs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning. Taylor was flushed, her chest rising and falling as she propped herself up on her elbows.

“I need a cock in me right now,” she panted, her voice sharp and needy.

Her bright pink lingerie was scattered around the couch and floor, her perfect body bare except for her stockings and garter.

Javi stayed close by her head, his huge cock heavy and hard in his hand. Taylor reached for it, her small fingers barely wrapping around the thick shaft as she started stroking.

“God, Javi… you’re so fucking big,” she purred, her tongue flicking out to lick the thick head. She opened wide and sucked him in, loud, wet slurps filling the air as she bobbed her head, trying to take more and more of him into her throat.

“You first, Ryan,” Milo said with a smirk as he slid aside, giving Ryan space. “She’s already dripping for you.”

Taylor pulled off Javi’s cock for a breath, licking her lips as a string of saliva hung between her mouth and his shaft.

“Take turns with me,” she gasped, her voice peppy but commanding. “I want all of your cocks in me… and then I want to taste every drop of them.”

She immediately took Javi back in, moaning around his thickness.

Ryan stepped forward, his hands gripping the soft curve of Taylor’s hips as he positioned himself between her legs. Her skin was smooth and warm, her thighs slick with her arousal and Milo’s work.

He guided his tip to her entrance, letting it rest there, feeling her heat pulse against him.

Taylor moaned around Javi’s cock, her voice vibrating as she nodded, encouraging Ryan.

Ryan pressed forward slowly, feeling her muscles stretch and wrap around him. She was hot and soaking wet, gripping him tight and then relaxing, coaxing him deeper. Inch by inch, he slid all the way inside until his hips pressed to hers, his 8 inches buried completely in her small, toned frame.

“Mmmfff… oh my god,” Taylor moaned, pulling off Javi’s cock just long enough to gasp.

“So fucking full… yes… just like that. Fill me up, Ryan.”

Ryan’s hands tightened on her hips as he began to move, a slow, smooth rhythm at first, feeling her squeeze and release around him. Her wetness coated him instantly, every stroke gliding easily, her body practically pulling him back in each time he withdrew.

Taylor’s free hand reached out blindly, finding Milo’s cock and wrapping around it, stroking him as she returned Javi to her mouth. Spit dribbled down her chin as she gagged softly, taking him deep.

Ryan’s pace picked up, his hips slapping against her, the sound of his balls tapping lightly against her tight asshole with each thrust. Taylor’s moans vibrated around Javi, her hand pumping Milo, her whole body alive beneath Ryan as he drove into her, each movement sinking him to the hilt.

“Fuck, Taylor,” Ryan growled through clenched teeth, watching her take Javi’s massive length while stroking Milo. “You’re… unreal.”

Taylor pulled off Javi for a moment, her lips red and wet.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Harder. I want every inch. Fill me up, Ryan… make me feel it while I taste them.”

She immediately took Javi back into her throat, her hips bucking to meet Ryan’s thrusts.

“Yesssssss! Fuck me hard and dirty—I want to be your little whore,” Taylor cried out, her voice a mix of grit and teasing pep as her hands clawed at the couch cushions.

Ryan pulled out, her slickness clinging to him, his shaft glistening. Before she could catch her breath, Theo stepped right in, grabbing her hips and driving his thick cock into her in one powerful thrust.

“Fuck!” Taylor gasped, her back arching as Theo immediately started pounding her, fast and rough. Her small breasts bounced with every thrust, the silver barbell in her pierced nipple catching the sunlight as her body jolted forward and back.

Theo grunted, gripping her hips hard as he slammed into her.

“God, you’re tight, Taylor. Taking me so deep… you’re perfect.”

She moaned louder, pushing back against him.

“Yes, Theo, just like that. Harder! Show me how bad you all want me.”

Her eyes darted to Ryan, still slick from her pussy, his cock throbbing in the open air. She licked her lips, breathless.

“Let me taste you,” she said wildly, beckoning him closer with one hand.

Ryan stepped in front of her, his shaft still coated with her wetness, and Taylor immediately wrapped her lips around him. Her moan vibrated along his length as she slid him into her mouth, savoring her own taste on his cock.

“Mmm… my pussy tastes so good on your cock,” she murmured between deep, hungry sucks, her hand stroking the base as her tongue swirled around the head. She looked up at him with wide, glinting eyes, spit and slick glistening on her lips.

Javi moved in on her other side, his heavy length brushing against her cheek. Without missing a beat, Taylor reached for him too, her small hand stroking his massive shaft even as Theo kept driving into her, her moans spilling around Ryan’s cock.

Theo finally pulled back, his cock slick with Taylor’s arousal. Her body was trembling, breath ragged. Before she could fully catch her breath, Javi stepped forward, his towering frame making Taylor look even smaller and more delicate beneath him.

Without a word, he scooped her up into his arms, her pink garter belt straps brushing his chest as she squealed and giggled wildly.

“Oh my god—Javi!” she gasped, clinging to his shoulders as he carried her effortlessly toward the bedroom.

He didn’t slow his stride, and when they reached the edge of the king-sized bed, he tossed her down with a roughness that made her laugh even harder. “Get on your knees,” he growled, his deep voice cutting through the air.

Taylor’s bright blue eyes glittered as she rolled onto all fours, crawling forward slowly with a wicked grin.

“Yes, sir,” she teased, her tone sultry but still playful.

Javi moved behind her, his big hands spreading her smooth, toned cheeks wide. The pink lace thong she’d been wearing earlier was long gone, leaving her completely bare. He leaned forward and spat directly on her pussy, the warm bead of saliva dripping down between her slick folds.

“Mmm, messy already,” Taylor purred, wiggling her hips back toward him.

Javi used the fat head of his cock to smear the saliva over her folds, rubbing slow, deliberate circles along her clit before dragging himself through her wet slit. He lifted his hand and delivered a sharp slap to her ass, the sound cracking through the room.

“Ahh—yes!” Taylor cried, her back arching with delight.

Javi lined himself up and pushed forward, his massive cock stretching her open. Even with how wet she was, his size made her gasp and clench around him, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. He bottomed out with a deep thrust, her petite frame rocking forward.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he grunted, gripping her hips hard as he began driving into her, pulling her ass back to meet every punishing thrust.

Taylor’s moans came out ragged and desperate between words.

“Yes, Javi! Fuck me—give it to me, I can take it!”

On the other side of the bed, Theo, Ryan, and Milo climbed up, their hard cocks slick and throbbing. Taylor’s eyes lit up as she saw them lined up, her lips parting as she licked her lips hungrily.

“Be a good little slut for us,” Milo said, his voice low and commanding as he guided his cock to her lips. “Take all of these dicks.”

Taylor moaned in reply, nodding eagerly as she opened wide, sucking Milo deep into her throat before popping off with a wet sound and moving straight to Theo, her spit stringing between them.

Ryan stroked himself slowly, watching her mouth work up and down Theo’s shaft, then offering his own cock as she turned to him. Her lips glided over his tip, her tongue swirling around the head as she moaned around him, Javi still slamming into her from behind.

“Oh, fuck, Taylor,” Theo groaned, his hand sliding into her blonde hair, guiding her as she bobbed deeper.

Javi’s thrusts were relentless, each one forcing small, choked moans from her throat even as she took the other men in her mouth one by one.

Taylor pulled back for a breath, spit and precum glistening on her chin as she grinned up at all of them.

“Mmm… I love it. All of you—every inch. Fill me up, use me. Make me your little slut.”

“Good girl,” Ryan murmured, brushing a hand down her cheek before guiding himself back to her lips.

Javi gave another hard slap to her ass, his thrusts pounding harder as the sound of wet skin echoed through the room. Taylor cried out around Ryan’s cock, her voice muffled but full of ecstasy as she let herself be taken from all sides.

The room grew heavy with heat and the sound of bodies moving—skin slapping, low grunts, wet suction from Taylor’s mouth as she rotated between them. They’d fallen into a rhythm, a wordless exchange as they moved around her, each man taking his place in turn.

Milo slid in behind her first, gripping her narrow hips and pounding into her hard. Taylor’s hands clawed at the sheets as she moaned into Ryan’s cock, Milo’s pace sharp and relentless.

“Oh my god—yes, Milo, yes!” she gasped when she could pull off long enough to breathe.

Theo replaced him next, his thrusts deeper, slower at first before he started driving harder, Taylor’s back arching beautifully as his hips smacked against her ass. Her lips wrapped around Javi’s thick head at the same time, spit glistening on her chin as she sucked him greedily.

Then Ryan stepped in behind her, gripping her waist firmly and setting a brutal, fast rhythm. Each thrust drove a sharp cry from her, her body jolting forward as he filled her to the base, the wet smack of his hips echoing in the room.

Taylor’s moans grew louder, her voice breaking.

“Oh fuck, yes, yes, I’m going to—fuck, I’m going to fucking explode on you right now!”

Ryan didn’t let up, and by the time Javi stepped back in behind her, his massive cock stretching her again, Taylor was right on the edge. He gripped her ass hard, pulling her back against every deep, powerful thrust as her cries turned into a raw, primal scream.

Her whole body shook, muscles quivering as the orgasm tore through her. She clung to Milo and Theo’s cocks with both hands, trying to lick and suck between gasps and moans, but the pleasure had her completely undone.

“Good girl, Taylor,” Javi growled, fucking her through it as her small frame trembled, her slick thighs trembling from the intensity.

Taylor’s voice was ragged, desperate, but dripping with bliss. “Oh god—don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck, yes!”

Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, a raw, shuddering release that left her panting, sweat-slicked, and glowing, her head resting against Milo’s thigh as she tried to catch her breath while Javi kept her filled and trembling.

Taylor’s voice was raw with need as Theo’s hips slammed into her, each thrust slick and urgent. Ryan grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedside table, slick liquid gliding down onto the tight junction where Theo met Taylor’s soaked heat. The wet squelch was loud as Theo’s cock slid deeper with every powerful stroke.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” Theo groaned, eyes locked on her trembling body.

“So fucking wet and ready. Put that vibrator on her clit. Let’s rock her world.”

Javi took the small clit vibrator from the table with a wicked grin, pressing it gently against her swollen bud. The soft buzzing sent an immediate shudder through Taylor’s frame. Milo slid up behind her, taking over the pounding from Theo, each thrust harder and more relentless.

“Oh my fucking god! FUCK! Don’t stop... don’t stop... don’t fucking stop!” Taylor screamed, arching into them, nails digging into the sheets. Her body convulsed as a wave of orgasm crashed over her, muscles trembling, breath hitching. Her hair tumbled wild around her flushed face, eyes half-lidded with abandon.

“Fucking wreck me,” she gasped, voice thick with need and pleasure as the vibrator buzzed faster, Javi’s fingers steady and sure. Milo’s hips drove into her relentlessly, matching the rhythm of her mounting release.

Taylor’s whole body shook in the grip of her climax, moans spilling uncontrollably as she rode the storm, utterly lost to sensation.

Milo pulled out smoothly and gently flipped Taylor onto her back, her breath catching as she shifted. She grabbed the vibrator from Javi’s hand, bringing it back to her slick, swollen clit. Ryan moved closer, lifting her legs and resting them over his broad shoulders, the new angle driving him deep inside her.

“Fuck, I’m so full like this,” Taylor moaned, arching her hips up to meet him.

Ryan groaned, his hands gripping her thighs firmly.

“You’re perfect, Taylor. Your pussy takes my dick so good,” he murmured, his voice low and steady as he began deep, hard strokes.

Milo leaned in, watching with dark eyes.

“Fuck, your mouth is nice,” he added, flicking a knowing glance her way.

Javi smiled, stepping closer and brushing a hand gently over her cheek.

“You’re a gorgeous goddess, Taylor,” he said softly, his voice full of admiration.

Taylor’s fingers worked the vibrator faster, her breaths growing ragged. Ryan felt the subtle shift—the tightening of her legs pressing into his chest, the pulsing contractions of her pussy wrapping him tighter with every stroke.

Her eyes locked on his, fierce and unguarded as the first wave of orgasm hit her. Her body tensed, trembling with increasing intensity.

“Fuck, Ryan...” she gasped, the pleasure building like a rising tide.

He didn’t ease up—instead, he pounded deeper, matching every twitch and clench, riding each wave with her. Her legs pushed harder, her breath quickened, and her whole body quaked under the relentless rush.

She shattered wide open, gasping his name again and again as wave after wave crashed through her.

Ryan held steady, moving through her storm until finally, with a slow, deliberate motion, he slipped his drenched cock free from her trembling body.

Taylor’s breath was ragged, her body humming with aftershocks as she shifted onto her hands and knees. Her lips wrapped eagerly around Ryan’s cock, then Milo’s, then Javi’s, her tongue flicking wet and hungry as she worshiped each thick shaft in turn.

Theo slid forward, positioning himself behind her, his gaze dark and hungry. Without hesitation, he slammed into her, filling her with deep, relentless thrusts.

“Fill my pussy, Theo. Fill me all the way up,” Taylor gasped, her voice wild with pleasure as she giggled and moaned into the cocks at her lips.

Theo’s moans grew guttural, his head thrown back as his body tensed and convulsed. With a deep groan, he emptied himself inside her, his hot cum flooding her tight depths. She felt every drop as it spilled out the sides, slick and warm, trailing down her thighs.

He pulled back, breathing heavy.

“Fuck, Taylor, you’re so fucking hot. That was amazing.”

Still trembling, Taylor smiled devilishly.

“God, I’m so full... Someone better get back there and top me off.”

Milo slid smoothly behind her, his cock slipping into her slick, heated pussy, gliding effortlessly through the mix of her juices and Theo’s cum. His voice was low and rough as he spoke against the rising rhythm of his thrusts.

“Your pussy is so hot and wet,” he murmured, his hips driving forward. “Take all of this cock. I’m going to fill you deep.”

Taylor’s moan was urgent, breath hitching with pleasure.

“Yes, Milo. Give it all to me,” she gasped, her lips wrapping tightly around Ryan’s cock. She sucked him hard and fast, her mouth moving in rhythmic pulses, her lips sliding up and down his shaft in time with Milo’s pounding.

Her ass bounced with each of Milo’s heavy thrusts—small, toned, and perfectly round, flexing under the force of his relentless fuck. Each impact sent waves through her body, driving her closer to the edge.

Milo’s breathing grew ragged, his thrusts losing their steady pace as his body tensed. Then, with a guttural groan, he spilled his hot, thick cum deep inside her, flooding her with every pulse.

The slick heat of his release pooled inside her, mixing with the wetness already dripping down her thighs and pooling onto the crisp sheets beneath. Her skin glistened with sweat and cum, a beautiful mess of desire and satisfaction, soaked through and shining in the soft light of the room.

Taylor pulled Ryan’s cock out of her mouth with a slow, sultry smile.

“Fuck me, Ryan. Cum inside me.” Her voice was low, urgent.

“Javi, I want you in my mouth and on my face right fucking now.”

Milo slipped out of her, the slick sound of release filling the air. Ryan stepped forward, eyes wide as he took in the sight—her pussy glistening, bursting with the hot cum of two other men. He dragged the tip of his cock up and down her swollen lips, the other men’s slick still running down his shaft.

“Fuuuuuuckkkk,” Ryan moaned, sliding inside her tight, soaked warmth.

“You’re so fucking soaked.”

His hands gripped her ass cheeks hard, pulling her close as he started pounding fast and rough. His eyes flicked to Taylor’s mouth, where she was going to town on Javi, taking his huge cock deep, throat working over and over. One of her hands stroked his thick shaft while she used the other to steady herself, lips and tongue sliding hungrily.

Milo and Theo sat nearby, watching the goddess with hungry eyes—captivated by her raw desire, the way she commanded them all, owning every inch of the room and their bodies.

"I'm going to cum, Taylor," Javi groaned, his voice thick with need.

"Yes, babe. Cover me!" she encouraged, her eyes sparkling with wild excitement.

Taylor’s hand moved faster, stroking Javi’s massive cock as he began spraying thick, hot ropes of cum. The first powerful burst shot over her head, coating her back and soaking her hair. She laughed wildly, utterly unbothered, keeping up her rhythm as the second blast splattered across her face, dripping down her cheeks and chin.

The third and fourth bursts followed, drowning her face in warm, sticky waves. Taylor’s tongue darted out eagerly, licking the top of Javi’s cock clean as he threw his head back in pleasure.

Watching this, Ryan’s blood boiled with raw animal desire. Taylor, covered in cum, with Javi emptied all over her—her body slick with the heat and wetness of the other men’s release—drove him over the edge.

Suddenly, Ryan’s orgasm crashed through him, rolling in two huge waves inside Taylor’s tight pussy. More hot, thick liquid spilled out, mixing with the mess already there.

Ryan pulled out, his cock slick and dripping, stroking himself hard to milk every last drop. Two final powerful bursts sprayed across Taylor’s ass cheeks, trailing down her smooth skin, over her pert hole, and settling on the curve of her lower back.

Taylor shivered and moaned, basking in the wild aftermath, her body glowing with pleasure.

Taylor’s body was pure goddess energy, every inch drenched in the aftermath of pleasure. Thick streams of cum slid down her smooth thighs, pooling in the crease of her hips and dripping down her perfect butt crack.

Her ass stayed raised high, glistening as the sticky liquid coated her lower back and soaked into the wild mess of her hair.

She turned her head slowly toward Ryan, a fierce smile lighting up her face—completely covered, glowing, utterly untouchable.

“Look at me,” she said breathily, voice low and powerful. “This is what a queen looks like—wrecked, stretched, and dripping with all the fire we brought.”

Ryan’s eyes traced the curves and the mess of their night, his cock pulsing weakly in his hand as he finished his last slow, deliberate strokes.

Taylor laughed softly, the sound dripping with pride and seduction.

“I’m the one who takes care of the boys, babe. They’re lucky to worship me like this.”

She glanced at Milo, who was still kneeling nearby, and with a mischievous sparkle.

“Grab my phone and get this on video. Every glorious inch.”

Milo obeyed eagerly, aiming the camera to capture her shining, cum-soaked body—the queen, radiant and raw in all her power.

Taylor tapped her screen and added a message with a sultry grin: “To McKenna, Sadie, and Lisa—show them who really knows how to handle the boys.”

Her eyes locked with Ryan’s again, full of fire and invitation.

“They’ll want to see how well I take care of my men.”

Taylor led the guys into her expansive bathroom, where the gleaming white marble gleamed under soft, warm lights. The massive shower, with twin rain showerheads, steamed gently as water cascaded down in a soothing rhythm.

The four men surrounded her with reverent care. Theo’s strong hands worked shampoo into her dark hair, fingers massaging deeply to wash away the night’s sticky traces, his touch gentle but purposeful. Ryan knelt behind her, tenderly wiping her back and long legs with soft soapy cloth, his eyes filled with awe.

Javi and Milo shared the task of cleaning her face and delicate curves—soft lips pressing light kisses as they carefully washed her small breasts, then trailed down to her slick, glistening pussy. Their touches were full of admiration, a silent worship of her beauty and power.

Taylor closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensation of four pairs of hands devoted entirely to her. Every caress, every kiss, was a loving reminder that she was their goddess—desired, cherished, and adored.

When the washing was done, they wrapped her in the softest, fluffiest luxury towels, each stroke of the fabric against her glowing skin an extension of their affection.

The air was thick with quiet intimacy, the sensual hum of connection lingering as they cared for their queen.

Taylor smiled, wrapping the soft towel tighter around her.

“We need lunch and a beer,” she said, her voice light but commanding. “Come on, I know a great place!”

The guys laughed, grabbing their clothes and getting dressed. There was a relaxed, easy energy between them now — a shared secret, a bond forged in heat and pleasure.

As they stepped outside into the sunshine, the city felt ordinary again, the world unaware of the electric night they’d just shared.

They walked together to a nearby brewery, joking and teasing, the easy camaraderie of five friends savoring a rare, unforgettable moment.

Inside, with the hum of quiet chatter and clinking glasses around them, they settled in like old companions — just five friends, nothing more to explain.

Taylor raised her glass with a playful grin. “To good company… and better times ahead.”