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Kai was in the middle. Two girls on each side of him. At first he kissed their chest one by one. Then he started to lick two of their chests by turning left and right. His hands were playing with the other two.
Whispered their names. Press and lick them like they were sacred. No rush. No chaos. Just breathe. Motion. Surrender. They started to change positions.
They melted beneath him, above him, around him.
Azhara's body was playful and wild, when Kai played with her chest, her moans were soft and trembling.
Sha was bold but easily flustered, holding onto his hand like it anchored her soul. Kai sucked her big chest, then bit it softly.
Vel matched him step for step. She was hungry and wicked, whispering dirty promises into his ear that made his restraint snap.
Naaro was soft, clumsy, and so sweetly overwhelmed she cried a little— then kissed him and sucked his anaconda, almost choking, to prove she could make Kai hard.
