Sunday morning. Ryan’s phone buzzed in his hand as he sipped his coffee in the downtown condo. The messages were from Sadie, who was mid-flight back from her consulting trip. Her tone was teasing but fiery.

“Saw the pics McKenna sent. And Taylor’s video? You really took care of my girls, huh. Can’t stop thinking about it… and you.”

Ryan smiled, fingers already typing back.

“They were incredible. You’d have loved it.”

“I want to see it all in person. Pick me up at the airport?”

His mind flashed to the night with McKenna, the wild morning with Taylor and the guys. Sadie’s words made his pulse quicken.

Ryan slid into the driver’s seat of his sleek Mercedes-AMG GLC—a perfect blend of refined luxury and rugged capability. The deep leather interior smelled faintly of cedarwood, a nod to his love of nature. With its powerful engine and all-wheel drive, the SUV was just as ready for cruising downtown as it was for spontaneous weekend escapes into the wild. As he adjusted the mirror and started the engine, the city skyline gleamed ahead, but Ryan’s mind was already drifting to the freedom of open roads and new adventures waiting.

Sadie slid effortlessly into the passenger seat of Ryan’s SUV, the door closing with a soft thud. She looked smoking hot—way too hot for someone who’d just gotten off a plane.

Ryan glanced over and grinned.

“You know, people don’t usually show up at the airport looking like that. Tiny shorts, legs shining, crop top showing off those abs....”

Sadie laughed, the sound light and teasing.

“What can I say? If I’m going to survive a flight, I need to look good doing it.”

Her eyes sparkled as she settled in, the warm sunlight catching the subtle shimmer of her skin. Ryan’s grin widened, already feeling the pulse of the day ahead.

With a quick smile, Sadie punched an address into Ryan’s SUV touchscreen—somewhere near Bellevue, a lakeside retreat perfect for the heat of the day.

“Time for an adventure,” she said, eyes sparkling.

Ryan glanced over, the thrill of the unknown mixing with the luxury of the ride. The SUV’s smooth engine hummed beneath them as they pulled away, the airport fading behind.

The lake awaited.

As the SUV glided along the freeway towards Bellevue, Sadie’s gaze flickered to Ryan with a wicked grin.

“You know,” she purred, voice low and sultry, “I couldn’t stop thinking about that picture McKenna sent me—your cum dripping from her pussy. I… well, I masturbated to it in my hotel room last night.”

She laughed softly, eyes sparkling with heat.

“And Taylor? That gangbang with the boys? Girl’s got me all kinds of jealous. I might just need some of that action myself soon.”

Ryan glanced over, a slow smile tugging at his lips.

“Honestly, Sadie, both were incredible. McKenna’s was intimate and electric—like she wanted me as much as I wanted her. And Taylor’s... well, that was something else entirely. Seeing her take all of them, owning every moment—it was wild, intense, and absolutely unforgettable.”

He shifted in his seat, eyes locking with hers.

“Can’t wait to see what you have in mind next.”

Ryan followed the GPS as it guided him through a picturesque neighborhood, where stately homes stood proudly on either side of the wide, tree-lined street. Pulling into a long, shaded driveway, he spotted a large, elegant house nestled right on the lake’s edge, its windows reflecting the shimmering water.

“Nice place,” Ryan said, taking it all in.

“That’s Lisa’s,” Sadie replied with a smile.

“We both missed out on all the fun the last few days.”

Ryan and Sadie stepped inside the spacious lakeside home, the soft click of the door closing behind them. Lisa stood near the open kitchen, wrapped in a delicate silk robe that skimmed her curves and hinted at the toned, graceful figure beneath.

The vibrant pink fabric contrasted strikingly with her warm olive-toned skin and dark hair, making her presence feel both inviting and magnetic. She smiled warmly as they approached, the subtle sway of the robe adding to her effortless elegance.

Sadie smiled as she stepped closer to Lisa, the familiar warmth between them undeniable. Without hesitation, she leaned in and kissed Lisa softly on the mouth—a brief, natural gesture that spoke volumes about their connection. Lisa returned the kiss with equal ease, her eyes sparkling.

Ryan watched, feeling the easy intimacy but sensing the depth of their bond.

Sadie pulled back, grinning.

“Missed you, babe. Wish you’d been there for all the crazy stuff these last few days.”

Lisa laughed softly, smoothing the silk robe over her hips.

“I know. Heard all the stories. Looks like Ryan’s been very busy.”

Ryan chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I’ve definitely had my hands full.”

Sadie winked at him.

“You took great care of my girls. I’m impressed.”

Lisa gave him a playful look. “Yeah, Ryan. You’re officially part of the crew now.”

Ryan smiled, feeling the warmth and easy camaraderie between the three.

“Glad to be here.”

Lisa led them both up the sweeping staircase, the sound of her bare feet soft on the polished wood. Sunlight poured through the tall windows, catching the sheen of her tan skin as her silk robe slipped off her shoulders and fluttered to the floor without a second thought.

She glanced back at Ryan with a knowing smile, her dark hair falling over one shoulder as her toned, curvy frame moved effortlessly through the space. The subtle bounce of her perfectly round ass as she walked toward a wide dresser made it impossible for him not to stare.

“You know where your stuff is, Sadie,” Lisa said, her tone casual and warm.

Sadie nodded, already heading toward a massive walk-in closet with a little smirk thrown Ryan’s way.

Lisa pulled open a drawer, grabbing a neatly folded pair of dark swim shorts. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed them to Ryan.

“Here you go. Normally,” she added, her hazel eyes glinting, “we’d just go like this…” She gestured at her own bare body, unabashed. “But my neighbors are definitely out on their decks today.”

Ryan caught the shorts, chuckling under his breath as Lisa turned to follow Sadie into the closet, her hips swaying naturally as she disappeared from view.

Ryan was just tugging the waistband of the swim shorts into place when he caught movement in his periphery. He turned his head—and froze.

Sadie and Lisa had stepped out of the closet together, their dark black bikinis hugging their fit, yoga-toned bodies like a second skin. The minimal thong bottoms barely covered them, leaving their long legs and sculpted hips on full display. Their matching tops were sleek and tiny, the kind that suggested they weren’t exactly prioritizing modesty over style.

Both women paused for a beat, eyes flicking to where Ryan’s shorts had only just concealed his cock. Sadie smirked. Lisa tilted her head slightly, her hazel eyes flicking up to meet his.

Ryan let out a soft laugh, glancing between the two of them.

“You two sure those count as swimsuits? I’m not convinced these are legal for public wear.”

Sadie grinned, stepping closer so her fingers grazed his arm as she passed.

“Don’t worry, Ryan. We’re not planning on seeing too many people. And if we do, it’s their treat.”

Lisa gave a playful shrug, tying the side strap of her bottoms a little tighter.

“Besides,” she said, her tone smooth and teasing, “this is my dock. We can dress however we want.”

Sadie tilted her head toward the lake beyond the windows, her wavy dirty-blonde hair spilling over her shoulder.

“Come on, counselor. We’re melting out here. Let’s get in the water before we all combust.”

Sadie and Lisa walked ahead of him, their fingers laced as if they’d been hand-in-hand for years. Both of them in their tiny black bikinis, their bodies glinting in the sunlight, they were a matched set of seduction and confidence. Ryan followed down the stone path to the dock, eyes sweeping the stretch of water that opened wide and blue beyond Lisa’s property. 

Boats moved lazily in the distance, their wakes breaking against the shoreline, but here it felt like a private cove — sheltered, intimate.

Sadie glanced back over her shoulder, a wicked smile tugging at her lips.

“Come on! It’s not a proper Sunday until you dive in.”

Lisa dropped Sadie’s hand only to reach for Ryan’s instead, tugging him the last few steps. Her skin was warm, her grip firm. The contrast between the heated day and the cool water waiting for them made his pulse pick up.

At the edge of the dock, Sadie didn’t hesitate. She let out a laugh, leapt high, and hit the lake with a splash that sent droplets scattering in the air like crystal. Lisa followed in one clean, elegant dive, her body slicing into the water without a sound.

Ryan stood there for a beat, watching the ripples, before he dove after them.

The shock of the cold lake hit him instantly, wrapping his body in a tight embrace. His skin tingled, goosebumps rising across his arms and chest as he surfaced. Both women were already circling him, water slicking their hair flat against their faces, their nipples peaked and obvious against the thin black fabric of their bikinis.

“Cold enough for you?” Sadie teased, swimming closer, brushing her leg against his under the surface.

Lisa shook her hair back, water streaming down her face, her smile sharp and playful.

“Best way to wake up the body. Don’t fight it — just let it burn for a moment.”

Ryan floated there, the three of them forming a loose triangle, the sunlight dancing on the water around them. Every brush of their skin, every accidental graze, was amplified in the chill. Sadie slid behind him, her arms briefly wrapping his shoulders, pressing her cool, hard-tipped breasts against his back before she darted away with a laugh.

Lisa dove under, reappearing a few feet away with droplets rolling down her collarbone, catching the light like jewels. She swam lazily back toward him, her body a vision of toned grace beneath the water’s surface.

Sadie popped up again, laughing, eyes sparkling.

“God, I’ve missed this. Missed you.”

Between the cold water, their teasing, and the sheer beauty of the setting, Ryan could feel the tension building — this wasn’t just a swim. It was foreplay disguised as playfulness, every sensation sharp and electric.

The three of them pulled themselves up onto the dock, water streaming from their bodies in silver rivulets that sparkled in the sunlight. Ryan sat back on the warm planks, catching his breath as Sadie and Lisa wrung water from their hair, their black bikinis clinging so tightly they might as well have been painted on.

Lisa reached for a pair of white towels folded neatly on a chair at the dock’s edge, tossing one to Sadie before draping the other around Ryan’s shoulders. Her smile lingered, knowing.

“Come on,” she said, her voice lower now, as if the game in the water had been just the opening act. “We’ve got something to show you.”

Ryan followed them barefoot across the lawn, their wet bodies gleaming in the sun. Instead of heading back through the main patio doors, Lisa led them along the side of the house and through a smaller, shaded entryway. The air shifted immediately inside — cooler, fragrant, filled with soft ambient music.

They descended a wide staircase lined with potted ferns and bamboo, the air tinged with eucalyptus and something faintly floral. The space opened into a spa-like retreat beneath the mansion: stone floors warmed by hidden lights, cushioned lounges, candles flickering in glass holders. It didn’t feel like a basement at all, but a sanctuary.

Sadie brushed against Ryan’s arm as they walked, her voice playful, though edged with meaning.

“This is where Lisa and I… teach. Not just yoga, not just movement. Pleasure. Presence. Mindset.”

She gave him a look that made his pulse thrum.

“It’s a different kind of practice.”

Lisa’s eyes met his, steady and serious beneath their warmth.

“And today, Ryan… we need your help. One of our students is ready for her first real test.”

As if on cue, a door at the far end of the spa opened, and a woman stepped out barefoot onto the stone floor.

She was stunning. Mid-twenties, maybe, with skin the color of sun-warmed bronze and a body sculpted from equal parts discipline and fire. Her black hair was a wild crown of curls that framed her high cheekbones and full lips. She moved with a dancer’s confidence, shoulders back, gaze direct — unflinching yet warm.

She was wearing just a black lace bra and matching panties, the top holding the perfect, natural curve of her perky breasts. Her stomach was flat and toned, her hips strong, her thighs powerful, the kind of body that spoke of yoga, swimming, and something rawer.

She crossed the room slowly, barefoot steps silent on the stone. First she greeted Lisa, kissing her cheek softly, then Sadie, holding her for an extra beat with an affectionate squeeze. Only then did she turn her attention to Ryan, her dark eyes studying him with a mix of curiosity and heat.

“Ryan,” Lisa said, her voice carrying an almost ceremonial gravity, “this is Camila. One of my brightest students. Sadie’s been working her body. I’ve been working her mind. But now…” she smiled faintly, “she needs a different kind of guidance.”

Camila’s lips curved into a smile, soft yet knowing, as if she’d been waiting for this exact moment.

“Olá,” she said, her accent a sultry lilt. “So you’re the one they told me about.”

Ryan stood motionless, eyes locked on Camila’s. Her gaze was steady, smoldering, almost predatory—but beneath it, he could sense a flicker of nerves.

Lisa and Sadie moved around them in slow, deliberate circles, like twin currents guiding the flow. Their voices came in turns, soft but commanding.

“Good,” Lisa murmured, studying the line of Camila’s breath. “Stay with him. Don’t look away. He’ll give you everything through his eyes.”

“Now breathe with him,” Sadie added, her voice low, coaxing. “Pull him into you. Slow him down.”

Ryan felt his chest rise and fall in tandem with Camila’s, their exhales syncing until the air between them felt charged.

“What… exactly is happening here?” Ryan finally asked, his tone half-nervous, half-aroused.

Lisa only smiled as she drifted behind him, fingers brushing lightly over his shoulder.

“You’re helping. That’s all. Be open.”

Sadie circled near Camila, her green eyes flicking between them.

“Now, touch. Not too fast. Just enough to let him feel you.”

Camila raised her hands, hovering over Ryan’s chest without contact. He swore he could feel the warmth radiating already. Then, at Lisa’s nod, her palms pressed down lightly, sliding upward with aching slowness.

Ryan’s breath caught.

“Good,” Lisa whispered. “Don’t rush. Let him lean into you.”

Sadie’s voice followed: “Keep your eyes on his. Every movement is connection. Every breath is part of the ritual.”

Camila adjusted, fingertips tracing over his chest and shoulders, then back down. Her control, even as a student, was undeniable—measured, sensual, but purposeful.

Lisa finally stepped back, exchanging a glance with Sadie. “She’s ready for more.”

“Then set the stage,” Sadie agreed.

Before Ryan could respond, the women guided him gently through a door, a low massage table in the center of the room. The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and jasmine. Soft music pulsed. Plants lined the corners like guardians.

Sadie’s hand lingered at the small of his back as she murmured, “Go on, let her take care of you.”

Camila stepped closer, eyes never leaving his. She reached for the tie of his swim shorts, her fingers deliberate, grazing his hips as she loosened the knot. The fabric slackened and slid down, brushing his thighs before pooling at his feet.

“Breathe,” Camila whispered, her tone both command and caress. She let her palms smooth over his hips, steadying him as though she were claiming his body for what was about to come.

“Lie down,” Lisa instructed.

Ryan obeyed, face slipping into the cushioned opening of the table. From this angle, he could only see the polished wood floor beneath him. He heard the sound of glass clinking—oil bottles, poured into hands.

Sadie’s voice hovered near his ear. “Now it begins. Let go. Just feel.”

The first slick touch of warm oil spread across his shoulders, kneaded expertly by Camila’s hands. She was stronger than he expected, her strokes firm, deliberate. His body melted against the table.

Lisa’s voice floated around them, calm and watchful. “Excellent. Let the oil carry your breath into him. Keep the rhythm steady. He’s already opening.”

And then, as Ryan exhaled into the cradle of the table, he saw fabric drop to the floor directly beneath him—delicate black lace. First the bra. A moment later, panties.

He froze.

Above him, Camila’s breath deepened, her hands gliding lower across his oiled back.

Sadie’s tone was warm, but firm. “She’s in control now, Ryan. Trust her. Trust us.”

Camila let the warm oil glide across her palms, spreading it slowly over Ryan’s back. Her hands traced the contours of his shoulders, down the slope of his spine, and across the small of his back, every stroke deliberate and confident. As she leaned forward, her warm, soft breasts brushed against the back of his neck and head, the subtle pressure merging with the slick glide of her hands.

Her voice was low, sensual, but steady, guiding him with words as her hands explored.

“Breathe into my touch. Let the tension flow out… feel the energy connecting between us,” she murmured, each phrase punctuated by a soft press of her body against him.

Camila began circling the table, her fingers sliding over his sides, her words blending with each caress.

“Every breath, every heartbeat, I’m here with you. You’re present. We’re present together.”

Then, slowly, she climbed onto the table, straddling his hips. Her smooth, toned legs glistened from the oil, catching the light as she positioned herself over him. Pressing her body down onto his back, she began to glide along his length, her movements deliberate, blending weight, heat, and the slippery oil into a full-body connection.

Her hands moved in tandem with her body, tracing the line of his spine, brushing over his shoulders and torso, while her words continued to build the energy.

“Feel me, feel yourself… every sensation is ours to explore,” she whispered, her lips barely brushing the air near his ear.

Ryan’s senses were completely overwhelmed—her touch, the warmth of her body, the slick slide of the oil, and the rhythm of her movements all merging into a deliciously hypnotic tension that left him utterly captivated.

Sadie and Lisa flanked the table, their eyes bright with approval as Camila moved. “Yes, babe, exactly like that,” Sadie murmured, her voice warm and approving.

Lisa leaned closer, running a finger lightly along Camila’s arm.

“You’re incredible… so strong, so sexy. Keep that connection.”

Camila smiled, a flush of pride across her cheeks, and continued her work, spinning gracefully around the table. Her hands trailed down Ryan’s thighs, calves, and finally to his feet, kneading each muscle with firm, confident pressure.

The warmth of the oil, her smooth body brushing against him, and the hypnotic rhythm of her movements left Ryan melting, completely consumed by sensation.

Once she finished with his legs, Camila slid off the table light as a feather.

“Turn over,” she murmured, her voice low, sultry, commanding just enough.

Ryan obeyed, rolling onto his back and immediately feeling the soft press of the cool table beneath him. Fully exposed, his chest rising and falling, he opened his eyes and saw Lisa and Sadie standing a few feet away, appraising him with sharp, approving eyes.

Camila circled the table slowly, letting the anticipation build. She leaned down over his face and pressed her lips softly to his, a lingering, sensual kiss that sent a shiver down his spine.

Her hands dipped into the warm oil, spreading it over his chest in long, deliberate strokes.

“Relax… feel every touch,” she whispered, her words weaving into each movement.

Her breasts brushed lightly across his face, soft and warm, and Ryan’s body responded instantly.

Her hands trailed down his taut, defined abs, coaxing the oil over his skin, and she murmured against his lips.

“You’re so strong… every inch of you.”

Ryan felt his cock stirring, the 8 inches of him awakening as her hands roamed lower, exploring, gliding. Camila’s voice continued to guide the experience, soft but authoritative.

“Breathe with me… let the energy move through you. Let me feel you completely.”

The combination of her touch, the oil, and her presence reignited his blood flow. Every inch of him tingled, every nerve alive, and he couldn’t help but give himself over to the ritual completely.

Camila’s hands drifted lower, warm and slick with oil. She took hold of his throbbing cock, her touch deliberate, teasing, coaxing him into awareness. Her fingers glided over the length slowly, circling the tip in soft, precise motions that made his breath catch.

“Feel how your energy responds,” she murmured, her voice low and rhythmic, guiding his focus as much as her hands guided his body.

She giggled softly, a light, musical sound that blended with the low hum of the spa-like room. Her strokes were methodical, almost meditative, her touch never rushed.

“Breathe with me… let every sensation flow through you,” she whispered, letting her hands trace gentle patterns up and down, teasing, exploring, building tension with every deliberate movement.

Her eyes locked with his, playful but instructive, reinforcing the connection between her hands and his growing awareness. The warmth of her body pressing against him, combined with her words and the slick oil, made every nerve stand at attention.

Sadie’s voice floated from the side, calm and commanding.

“Babe, the real work is holding it… both of you. Push to the edge, stay there together.”

Lisa echoed her, nodding with approval.

“This is about control, focus, energy—you two riding it in sync.”

Camila’s hands never left his hardened length.

“Touch me,” she whispered, her voice sultry and firm.

Ryan’s fingers hesitated only a moment before grazing her smooth thigh, sliding up to her back, over the curve of her toned ass. She shivered at the contact, leaning closer, letting the slick oil amplify the friction and sensation.

Then she moved, gliding down to the foot of the table. The warm oil made her skin gleam as she climbed back up, her naked body sliding along his chest and stomach. The slickness of the oil turned every movement into a teasing glide, her breasts pressing against him, her stomach brushing his cock as she positioned herself.

Camila positioned herself fully atop him, letting the tip of his throbbing cock brush against her slick, warm entrance. She paused just a moment, letting him feel her heat, the tight, smooth muscles of her lower body. Then, slowly, she sank down, guiding him inside her with care. Every inch was deliberate, each movement a lesson in connection—the gradual slide drawing both of them into a shared rhythm, their breaths beginning to sync.

Her hands pressed lightly against his chest, fingers tracing his muscles as she leaned forward, letting her breasts graze him, the oil making each glide soft and slick. She shifted her weight subtly, finding a slow, circular grind, pressing down as his cock slipped deeper inside her. Her eyes met his, dark and focused, communicating without words, encouraging him to let go and feel every sensation.

“Breathe with me,” she whispered, her voice low, sensual.

“Feel me. Feel us. Let it flow… mind, body, energy… one.”

Her hips moved in a deliberate, sensual rotation, rocking him gently, the friction building warmth and tension between them. Each subtle grind drew a shiver from her, and his cock responded instantly, rising and pressing firmly into her, every motion creating a pulse of shared pleasure.

She shifted again, circling her hips in slow, tantalizing arcs, guiding him, controlling the pace, building the tension. Her thighs gripped his sides lightly, pulling him closer, merging their movements. The oil sheen on her skin glimmered under the soft lights of the spa room, her body gleaming as it moved with his, every curve and muscle engaged in perfect, intimate synchrony.

Her voice was a soft cadence of guidance, coaxing, instructing him, turning each stroke into a meditation of pleasure.

“Focus… energy… together… feel the heat between us, the pulse of life…” Her movements were slow but insistent, grinding with purpose, every inch of him embraced and worshiped by her smooth, toned body.

Camila’s body moved with purpose and rhythm as she perched atop him, her hand circling her sensitive clit while her other hand cupped and played with her breasts and nipples. Each grind, each subtle thrust against his cock sent shivers of pleasure through her, and her moans were low, steady, and intoxicating.

Ryan’s hands gripped her hips, holding her firm, feeling the smooth, slick slide of her body over him, each movement deliberate, controlled, and erotic.

After a while, she lifted herself slowly, letting his hard cock slip free, slick with their shared arousal. She guided him down from the table to the floor, sliding herself back with her legs spread wide, her flexibility allowing her to arch and open fully, presenting herself with confidence and raw sensuality.

Camila lay on her back on the massage table, legs spread wide, completely exposed and glistening from the warm oil. Her fingers moved expertly over her clit, rubbing in slow, teasing circles, while her other hand cupped her breasts, rolling and pinching her perky nipples. Her body arched instinctively, pressing into the slick surface of the table as she let out low, deliberate moans.

Ryan stood over her, cock slick with oil, aligning himself at her entrance. He eased in slowly, letting her wet, pliant body accept him fully. Camila’s hands guided him, stroking and teasing her own body in a rhythm that encouraged him to move, teaching him how to merge his motion with her pleasure.

He began to thrust, slow at first, letting the tight, warm walls of her pussy envelope him with every push. Camila tilted her head back, eyes closed for a moment, then opened them, locking onto his, their gaze feeding the intensity of the moment. She shifted her hips slightly, letting him feel how her body could respond to him, teasing and bending, sliding against the slick surface.

“Harder… slow… yes, just like that,” she murmured, her voice low and breathy, vibrating with desire.

Her fingers circled her clit faster, slick and sensitive, as her breasts bounced slightly with each grind. Ryan’s hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding his rhythm while feeling the tremble of her muscles, the tightening of her pussy around him, and the slick sheen of oil coating her body.

Her moans grew louder, matching the pace he set, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both of them. She arched back, pressing herself against him, letting him feel the connection of her body to his, while whispering encouragement and tantric guidance.

“Keep moving… I want you inside me… feel every inch,” she said, eyes bright and intense, completely immersed in the shared energy.

As Ryan’s thrusts became steadier, more deliberate, he matched the rhythm of her hips and the teasing of her fingers, feeling her tightness contract around him with each push. Every movement, every brush of skin on oil, every moan, pulled them deeper into the ritual, building a tension that was both physical and electric, anticipation rising with each stroke.

Camila’s body tensed, legs clamping around Ryan as the pleasure built to an overwhelming peak. Her fingers dug into the slick table beneath her, and her chest rose and fell in rapid, shuddering breaths.

“Ahhh… Ryan… mais… mais…” she gasped, her Portuguese laced with moans as her hips ground down on him.

Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, and her pussy clenched tightly around his cock again and again, squeezing him as if to pull every ounce of sensation into herself.

Her moans grew louder, carried by the rhythm of her body and the slick slide of oil between them.

“Sim… sim… sim…,” she whispered and shouted alternately, her voice trembling with the force of her orgasm.

Her back arched, pressing herself fully into him, riding the waves of ecstasy as her thighs and core quivered, her muscles pulsing over and over.

Ryan felt the intensity through every thrust, the hot, tight contractions of her pussy holding him, guiding his movements, and amplifying every sensation. Her eyes met his, wide and sparkling, locked in a gaze that made him feel both helpless and utterly connected to her pleasure.

“Isso… sim… fuck… don’t stop…” Camila gasped, her voice a mix of ecstasy and command, as her body shuddered repeatedly on his cock, each spasm hotter and more urgent than the last.

She finally trembled, collapsing slightly against the table, panting but still riding the tail of her orgasm, every nerve in her body tingling from the release.

Ryan’s hands stayed firm on her hips, moving with her, feeling the continuous tightness of her pussy pulsing around him as she came down, her thighs shaking with aftershocks, her voice still breathy and heavy with pleasure.

Camila’s trembling finally softened. Her slick, warm pussy hugged him, releasing its clenches in wet, pulsing waves that left him acutely aware of every inch of contact. Her breaths were ragged but rhythmic, and her dark eyes locked on his with a mix of fire and calm, drawing him in even further.

Sadie and Lisa stood to the side, watching with approval. “Babe, that was incredible,” Lisa said softly, her hand brushing Camila’s shoulder. “You reached heights few ever do.”

“Sim… exactly that,” Sadie added, her green eyes gleaming.

“You merged with him beautifully. Feel that, Ryan? That’s the connection. Let it guide you.”

Camila tilted her head, whispering to him.

“We don’t stop here. We ride the after-waves together. Mind and body, one energy. Feel me. Let me guide you deeper.”

She let her hands drift over his chest and shoulders, tracing paths that mirrored her intentions, her hips tilting to draw him subtly yet insistently.

Her voice softened, hypnotic. “Breathe with me… every movement, every pulse, we are shared. Feel my energy in your body… let it rise inside you… let it teach you pleasure, control, surrender…”

Ryan felt himself melting into the rhythm, the sensation of her still-trembling pussy, the warmth of her body, the erotic command in her voice—everything merging into a heady, almost overwhelming wave.

Every touch, every micro-adjustment of her hips, guided him, pulled him deeper into the tantric connection she was orchestrating.

“Isso… yes… follow me,” she murmured, her voice thick with arousal and authority.

“Every pulse, every motion… we are one. Bodies, breath, mind. Ride it with me, Ryan. Don’t fight… let it flow… let it build.”

The air between them vibrated with intensity, their shared energy crackling. Camila’s body rocked slightly with each aftershock of her orgasm, and Ryan felt it pulsing through him, drawing him deeper into this intoxicating, intimate communion.

Sadie and Lisa exchanged satisfied glances, nodding in approval as their student took full control of the ritual while still holding him completely in the shared moment.

Each slow thrust sent tremors through her body, her clit catching on his pelvic bone as she guided him with her hands along his hips.

“Mais devagar… slower… feel me,” she whispered, her voice low and intoxicating, eyes locking onto his with magnetic intensity. Her hands glided up his sides, tracing the tension in his torso, pulling him slightly closer with each pass, keeping his rhythm deliberate.

Her hips lifted subtly, letting him sink deeper into her warmth. She flexed her pussy around him with tiny, controlled pulses, and her back arched against the table as she let herself be fully exposed.

“That’s it… in… out… every movement counts… feel our connection,” she instructed, her voice threading through each slow, tantalizing stroke.

Ryan’s hands gripped her hips, guiding the angle and pace as she flexed, writhed, and rolled her pelvis against him. Her slick thighs glided against his sides, her fingers brushing her perky breasts as she moved with calculated, sensuous guidance.

Every pulse of her pussy, every whispered word, drew him deeper into the shared rhythm of their bodies, mind and flesh perfectly aligned.

“Mais fundo… deeper… let yourself feel every inch of me,” Camila urged, her breath warm against his chest, her legs firm but yielding around him.

Ryan’s cock slid deeper with each stroke, her oil-slicked skin making every movement electric, her moans quiet but heavy with command and delight.

Ryan’s body trembled under her touch as he exhaled sharply.

“Fuck, Camila,” he groaned, throwing back his head, lost in the sensation.

“Yes… that’s it,” she murmured, her voice sultry and commanding, eyes locking with his.

“We journey together… every breath, every movement, every pulse… feel it with me.”

Her hands glided along his chest and shoulders, guiding his energy and drawing him into her rhythm. She was a mini-Lisa—controlled, powerful, a sexual goddess in miniature—her presence magnetic.

Lisa’s voice drifted softly from the side of the table.

“Show him what true pleasure really is,” she encouraged, her tone teasing but reverent, giving Camila the authority of the moment.

Camila smiled and tilted her head, her lips brushing Ryan’s ear as she whispered instructions.

He obeyed, carefully pulling out, cock slick and throbbing, before she guided him back down onto the table. He sank into the warm softness, heart racing, fully exposed to the three women’s gaze.

Camila straddled him again, positioning herself perfectly, slick oil gliding across both their bodies. Slowly, she sank onto him, her wet heat sliding along his shaft, drawing a sharp gasp from both of them.

She pressed her body close, chest to chest, hugging him as she began to sway her hips up and down in deliberate, sensual motions. The slow grind had them fully connected, bodies melting into one another, every curve and muscle aligned.

Her hands drifted down his sides, guiding him gently as she rose slightly, then leaned in, kissing him deeply. Her lips whispered against his ear, teasing and warm, the scent of their mingled desire heavy in the room.

“I’m going to cum on you again… feel every inch, every pulse…” she murmured.

Ryan’s hands gripped her toned ass, holding her firmly as she rode him, each stroke measured, slow, and deliberate, building a delicious tension between them. Her slick, warm pussy slid along his cock, clinging and pulsing as the rhythm teased the edge of ecstasy.

Every breath, every sway, every whisper pulled them deeper into the shared tantric connection, the electric heat of anticipation coiling tighter with each passing second.

Camila’s hips were slick with oil, sliding rhythmically over Ryan’s hardened shaft. Each slow grind sent electricity through his body, and the lingering aftershocks from her previous orgasm made every touch sharper, every movement deeper. Her breath came in soft, controlled gasps, her eyes fixed on his, pupils dilated with focus and heat.

“Ryan… feel me,” she murmured, her voice low, sultry, guiding. “Let the pulse in your body synchronize with mine. Breathe with me. Inhale… exhale… every nerve ending, every muscle… ride it with me. I want us to flow together, like energy weaving through our bodies. Hold… hold the edge…”

Her hands traced down his chest, along his ribs, then slid to his hips, urging him to mirror her slow, sensual rhythm.

“Yes… that’s it… feel my walls pulse around you. I’m still riding the wave from before, every contraction feeding this heat, and I want you here with me. Don’t release yet… hold. Be the edge with me… let’s merge—mind, body, everything.”

She leaned forward, pressing her wet, warm breasts against his chest, tilting her head to brush her lips against his ear.

“I want you to feel every centimeter, every vibration, every wave building inside me. Let it coil, let it spiral… until I say. Then, only then… you can let go. Together. Completely. One.”

Her hips rocked in tight, slow circles, teasing him mercilessly as her words wrapped around his mind.

“Connect with my energy… sync your heart with mine… breathe in the pleasure, out the control… Yes… ride it with me… feel the heat pooling… rising… and don’t stop… not until I tell you…”

Ryan’s hands dug into her hips, holding her firm, matching her movements with perfect timing. Every slide of her slick pussy over his shaft pushed him closer to the edge, but her instructions, her control, kept him suspended in delicious tension.

Her moans and whispers, mixed with the rhythmic slick grind, made it impossible to think of anything else but her and the shared flow of energy pulsing between them.

“Almost there, Ryan… almost… we are one… keep riding… hold the edge… let me feel your strength, your patience, your presence… and then… then I’ll take it all…”

Her hips quickened, muscles contracting around him, her orgasm building into a towering, electric peak, her voice low, commanding, seductive, and utterly intoxicating.

Camila’s back arched, slicked skin glistening with oil, hips pressing down over Ryan as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her body.

Her legs clung to his sides, gripping tightly, riding the pulse of his length buried deep inside her. She alternated between gasping in pure ecstasy and speaking softly, commanding and sensual, as she guided him through every rising sensation.

“Feel it, Ryan… let it flow… every pulse, every nerve… match me, hold your edge… yes, yes… that’s it…” she whispered between trembling moans, her eyes locked on his.

Her voice quivered with pleasure, yet every word was intentional, a tantric thread weaving his mind and body with hers.

Her muscles clenched in rhythmic, pulsing contractions, squeezing him with each peak of her orgasm.

“Ride it with me… let your energy spiral… in… out… in… out… don’t stop… not yet… feel me, feel us…” she murmured, guiding his breathing, his hands on her hips, his cock hard and shuddering in perfect sync with her contractions.

Thirty seconds stretched like eternity as she rode the waves, every squeeze of her walls drawing him deeper, pulsing with his rhythm. Her voice alternated between low gasps of ecstasy and soft tantric instructions.

“Yes… yes… let it build… feel your power inside me… let your pulse become mine… hold… hold… now… let go, Ryan… now…”

At her command, his body shuddered, and he started pulsing inside her, each thick wave of cum filling her slick, hot pussy. She squeezed him with every contraction, still riding the aftershocks of her own orgasm and whispering into his ear.

“That’s it… let it flow… we are one… every drop, every pulse… deeper… together…”

Her pussy clamped him with each contraction, drawing him deeper, slick and warm, holding him captive as she guided the flow of his release into her, filling her completely.

“Your energy… your release… let it merge with mine… every drop, every pulse… hold the wave… now… yes… together…”

Her body continued to shudder on him, grinding slowly, coaxing his cock through each pulsing wave, every thrust synchronized with her spasming pleasure. Her whispered words, the heat of her body, the rhythmic slide of her slick pussy—they pulled him into her fully. Finally, as the last pulses subsided, they remained entwined, bodies and minds connected, the tantric union complete.

Camila leaned down, pressing her body against Ryan’s chest, his pulsing cock still buried inside her. Her lips brushed his ear as she whispered.

“Feel it… every pulse, every drop… we are one.”

She held him there, her hands tracing his shoulders and back, letting them both savor the heat, the wet warmth, and the lingering electricity of their connection. Ryan’s breaths slowed, but his body still hummed from the intensity of their union.

Sadie and Lisa circled around, watching closely. Their eyes glimmered with approval.

“Beautiful work,” Sadie said, a sultry smile playing on her lips.

“You kept control, guided him perfectly, and merged the energy just right.”

Lisa nodded. “I’d give that a perfect score. Connection, focus, and intensity… it was textbook tantric mastery.”

Camila slowly sat up, her slick body glistening in the soft light. As she lifted off Ryan’s cock, his hot, thick cum slid from her pussy, coating her lips and running down her inner thighs. She licked a small line of it, her eyes locking with his.

“Every drop… a part of our energy… our connection,” she murmured, voice low and sultry.

Sadie leaned in, eyes sparkling, and said, “Taste it. That’s part of the ritual. Feel it, honor it—it’s all part of the flow.”

Camila obeyed eagerly, taking Ryan’s pulsing cock into her mouth, her tongue gliding over the slick length. She licked along his shaft, swirling around the tip, savoring the warmth and taste, her hands gliding up and down to catch every last drop. She deepened her strokes, sliding him fully into her mouth, gagging slightly, then pulling back just enough to let him fully feel her, before taking him in again.

Her lips and tongue worked in tandem, leaving him slick and shining, clean from the ritual’s proof, while her eyes locked with his, keeping the shared intensity of mind and body alive.

Sadie and Lisa circled them, murmuring encouragements.

“Yes, that’s it,” Lisa said, voice low and approving. “Perfect connection. Every part of the flow, exactly as it should be.”

Camila finally looked up, breathless, lips glistening with evidence, a triumphant gleam in her eyes.

“All yours… fully honored,” she whispered.

Both women straightened, glancing at Ryan with a knowing, heated look.

“We are so turned on now,” Lisa said, a smirk curling on her lips. “I think we need a full group ritual next… if you’re up for it, of course.”

Ryan’s chest tightened at their gaze, anticipation building. Sadie stepped closer, sliding her hand along his arm. “Are you ready for what comes next?”

The three women circled him, the air thick with heat, promise, and desire. The ritual had ended, but the energy between them all promised it was only the beginning.