Lights Out, Lezbos!

I shoved the thick monster dildo inside me until my cunt swallowed every inch. One brutal thrust and the bulb at the base lit up like a fuse. My hips rocked harder, riding that fat shaft, juices dripping down my thighs in heavy strings. The next slam hit the plug in the wall socket and every light in the loft died with a deep pop. In the sudden dark the emergency dimmers came on, casting everything in a red glow. Four naked women stood frozen in doorways, candlelight catching on wet skin and hard nipples. Someone muttered “shit” but no one looked away. One girl—long hair, pierced tits—stepped forward, spread my knees wider, and licked a slow stripe up the shaft that was still buried inside me. Another crawled behind, spreading my ass, tongue sliding straight over my rim while the first girl pumped the dildo in short, mean strokes. Bodies stacked fast. A third woman straddled my face, shaved cunt pressing hot and slick against my mouth. I licked greedily, nose buried in her, moaning right into her while the fourth climbed onto the base of the dildo and ground her clit against the exposed shaft. Four cunts moving at once. Wet slapping sounds. Spit and sweat everywhere. Someone yanked the power cord loose, thrusting the toy deeper by hand. My orgasm slammed through me so hard the lights flickered once then went dead again. No one stopped. They kept riding my mouth, my ass, my cunt until the whole loft reeked of sex and cum and the steady sound of female moans took the place of the missing electricity.