Sexy music

That's fine, music's nice, but I have much better things in mind. Come over to the main bedchamber. My girlfriends are waiting, soft mouths curved into smiles as they recline against the sheets. My lover arrives in nothing but his robe. We push it from his shoulders. He stands exposed, half-hard already at the sight of three naked women who want him. We lay him down and surround him. One mouth takes his cock and swallows deep while another claims his mouth, hungry tongues tasting each other, hands slick across his chest. She licks up his shaft, rests the hot head against her bottom lip, then draws him in again, throat working, his fingers tangling in her hair. They trade places. The next girl climbs over his face; he sucks her pussy until her thighs shake and she moans into his thigh. He is buried inside a woman when I finally mount his mouth, wet folds sliding against his tongue, grinding with purpose. My hand slips between his thighs, stroking the smooth skin behind his balls while his shaft is being ridden, drawing out another hiss of pleasure. When the one straddling him takes all of him with a hungry roll of her hips, clenching around the base, the sight drags me closer. Moans rise from our bed and the room warms with sweat. When he spills, hips jerking, I taste his throat, feel the pulse. We don't stop; we switch angles and bodies as the night stretches, legs opening again for whatever gives the most pleasure next.