Anniversary Gift

You can hear the annoyance threading through her voice, tight and apologetic.

“The shoot’s delayed. Something about lack of direction from the director—I don’t know. I’m sorry but I can’t leave until it’s done.”

“Don’t be,” you manage, though your breath catches. “I’ll still be here when you get home. It will still be our anniversary.”

“I miss you, baby.”

The groan that escapes you is involuntary, pulled from somewhere deep as the sensation overwhelms your thoughts.

“I miss you too, Ning.”

“Are you okay?” There’s a shift in her tone, curiosity edging into something else.

You look down, inhaling sharply at the sight—at the feeling of her mouth working you over with single-minded focus. Your hand travels down to the head between your legs, threading fingers through silky hair, and she hums in response. The vibration travels up your length as her tongue traces a slow path from base to tip, swirling around the head before she takes you in. Her cheeks hollow, suction building, and the wet heat of her mouth makes your vision blur at the edges.

She’s loud about it—obscenely so—taking more of you with each pass, the slick sounds filling the room.

“Hmm… Yeah, I’m good.”

“Who is it?” Ningning asks, and you can hear the breathlessness in her voice now, the way arousal has crept into the question.

“Karina. And she’s doing great.” Your hand tightens in her hair instinctively, guiding her down, pushing until she’s pressed flush against your stomach. She gags immediately, spit spilling from the corners of her stretched lips, and she tries to pull back. You don’t let her. The heat is overwhelming—her throat contracting around you, her lips stretched wide, the desperate sounds she’s making driving you closer to the edge.

“Fuck… I can hear her gagging. Is she being a good girl?”

“A very good girl,” you rasp.

You relent, letting her come up for air, and she gasps before diving back down with renewed hunger. Each pass she takes more of you, hollowing her cheeks, building a rhythm that makes coherent thought impossible. After a few deep pulls that leave you gripping the couch cushions, she pushes forward, forcing you into her throat, and the tight convulsing grip nearly undoes you right there.

You groan into the phone—can’t help it.

“Hmm… I’m so wet. I think I’m going to ruin the clothes.”

You’re barely processing Ningning’s words anymore, too focused on the way Karina’s throat massages your length, how she gags again but doesn’t pull off, determined. When she finally does release you, it’s with a wet gasp that echoes in the quiet apartment.

She grabs you at the base, angling you toward her face, and slaps your cock against her flushed cheek once, twice, moaning each time like the contact alone gives her pleasure. Her hand starts moving—slow, deliberate strokes with a twist at the head that makes your hips jerk. She leans in close, tongue darting out to trace the underside, to lap at your slit with kitten licks that are somehow more torturous than everything that came before.

At this point you’ve brought the phone down to her level without thinking. Ningning hears everything—every wet sound, every moan, the rhythmic stroke of Karina’s hand. When you bring it back to your ear, you’re greeted by Ningning’s ragged breathing, little whimpers she’s trying to suppress.

“I want your cock, baby.” She whines it, needy and desperate.

You chuckle at her desperation before the sound morphs into a moan. Karina’s pressed her tits around your length, enveloping you in soft warmth, and she’s moving fast—up and down with purpose, leaning forward to lick the tip whenever it emerges from between her breasts. They’re impossibly soft, like two pillows working in tandem to massage every inch of you, and the combination of textures and heat is starting to unravel your self-control entirely.

“I have to go, baby. Bye.”

You end the call before she can protest, tossing your phone aside without looking where it lands.

“I thought you’d never end it.” Karina’s looking up at you through her lashes, smirking in that knowing way she has, before she continues stroking you with her tits. This time she slows down, deliberate and torturous, letting herself suck the head for a few seconds each time it appears, tongue swirling.

You feel it building—the tightening in your balls, the throb that signals how close you are. She senses it too, her rhythm quickening, but you’re not finishing like this.

You push her off before she has the chance, turning to the other side of the couch where Winter’s been watching, grinding slowly on Giselle’s thigh.

“Winter, baby, come here.”

She rises from Giselle’s lap, and you can see the evidence of her arousal glistening on Giselle’s skin, a thin sheen that catches the light. Winter moves toward you slowly—performative in the way she crawls, hips swaying, eyes locked on yours.

You don’t particularly care for the theatrics, but you let her have her fun.

When she reaches you she plants kisses along your body like a trail of sparks—starting at your thigh, traveling up over your chest, finally landing on your mouth. You don’t move, letting her take what she wants. For now.

She straddles your lap with practiced ease, reaching down to position you at her entrance before sinking down. Slowly, inch by inch.

“F—fuck… it’s too big,” she moans into the curve of your neck, and you can feel the tremor in her voice.

You grab her by the jaw, turning her head to face you, and kiss her roughly—no gentleness, no buildup. Your tongue pushes into her mouth without asking permission, swallowing the moans that spill from her throat.

Your other hand grips her waist hard enough to bruise, and you pull her down until she’s taken all of you in one brutal thrust. Her scream is muffled by your mouth, her nails digging crescents into your shoulders.

You don’t give her time to adjust, don’t let her catch her breath. You set a punishing pace immediately, hips driving up to meet her as she bounces on your cock, the rhythm building into something frantic.

The room fills with the wet slap of skin on skin and her breathless, broken moans. Her hands grip your shoulders for stability, nails raking down, and the sting only spurs you on.

“Harder… please,” she gasps against your mouth.

You oblige. Both hands grab her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as you drive up into her again and again, each thrust harder than the last. Her tight pussy stretches around you, walls clinging and fluttering whenever you pull back, like her body is trying to keep you inside. She’s soaked—her arousal dripping down your length, coating your balls, making everything slick and desperate.

She’s lost in it, eyes rolled back, a line of drool escaping the corner of her mouth. Every wet slap against her ass pulls another high-pitched moan from her throat, and the sounds are intoxicating—music layered over the obscene rhythm of your bodies. Her walls flutter violently around you as you impale her, trying to take everything you’re giving her and somehow still wanting more.

“You…you’re…oh fuck…” The words dissolve into incoherence.

Her head rolls back, neck arched in a tight line of tension, mouth open in a constant wordless cry. You can see her pulse hammering in her throat, can feel how close she is in the way her entire body tightens.

You glance over at Giselle, who’s watching with heavy-lidded eyes, fingers pumping into her own cunt, matching your brutal pace thrust for thrust. Karina’s beside her, one hand on her breast, the other between her legs, mouth latched onto her own nipple as she touches herself to the sight of you breaking Winter apart.

Winter’s cries pitch higher, breaking into fragments, and you can feel the exact moment she tips over the edge—the way her pussy clamps down on you like a vice, the tremor that runs through her entire body, the way her nails drag lines down your chest. She goes limp against you, forehead pressed into your neck, breathing in ragged gasps that are half sobs.

But you’re not done.

You lift her off you, her whimper of protest lost as you guide her to the side, and turn your attention to where Karina’s been watching, hand still working between her legs.

She’s flushed from chest to cheeks, lips parted and slick, and when your eyes meet hers there’s a challenge in her gaze that says she wants to prove something, wants to be the one who makes you lose control. You’ve seen this competitive side of her before—on stage.

“Come here,” you tell her, and she moves without hesitation, crawling across the couch with predatory grace until she’s straddling your thighs. Her hand wraps around your cock, still slick from Winter’s arousal, and she strokes you slowly while maintaining your gaze. She brings her mouth close to your ear. “I want to feel you cum inside me,” she says, voice low and certain. “Want to feel how deep you can go.”

The words send a jolt through you, your hips jerking up into her grip without permission.

She lines you up with her entrance, and the heat of her is already overwhelming before she even sinks down. She takes you in one smooth motion—no teasing, no hesitation—and the tight grip of her walls makes your breath stutter in your chest.

She’s tighter than Winter. And wetter. The difference registers somewhere in the back of your mind as she bottoms out, sitting fully on your lap with a breathless moan that sounds almost relieved, like this is exactly what she’s been needing.

You can feel every flutter of her walls, the way she’s deliberately clenching around you, testing your control. Her hands plant on your chest for leverage, and she starts to move—slow at first, rolling her hips in figures that make you see stars, then faster, lifting herself up until just the tip remains inside before dropping back down.

The wet sounds grow obscene, her tits bouncing with each drop, her moans building in volume, and you’re struck by how different she feels—how she takes what she wants rather than waiting for you to give it, how her pace is relentless and purposeful, how her eyes stay locked on yours like she’s memorising every reaction.

Control. She wants to take it from you.

You let her have it for a while, let her ride you with that fierce determination in her eyes, hands gripping your shoulders now, nails digging in as she chases her own pleasure, and the view is incredible—her body moving above you, the flex of her abs with each rise and fall, the way her mouth falls open when you hit deep.

To your right, Giselle has moved closer, now right beside you, her hand replaced by Winter’s mouth between her legs, and she’s leaning her head against your shoulder, watching Karina with heavy-lidded fascination, biting her lower lip every time Karina takes you to the hilt.

But you can only watch for so long. You grab Karina’s hips. Hard.

The shift in control is immediate and she knows it, eyes widening slightly, and whatever she was about to say dies in her throat as you take over the rhythm, slamming her down onto you cock while driving your hips up to meet her.

She gasps, the sound punched out of her with each brutal thrust, and her confidence begins to crack—replaced by something desperate, needy, as you fuck her harder than she was fucking you, faster than she can hope to keep up with, until her body is just reacting, bouncing on your cock like a toy. “Fuck—fuck—oh god—” she stammers, and you watch her lose the control she so badly wanted to take.

Her pussy spasms around you, gripping and releasing in rapid succession, and you know she’s close. You slip a hand between your bodies, thumb finding her clit and circling it with just enough pressure to make her cry out.

She cums hard, unexpectedly, her whole body seizing up as she clamps down on you like she’s trying to strangle your cock. The sensation is almost too much, nearly dragging you over the edge with her.

Almost.

You don’t slow down, fucking her through the aftershocks while she shudders and whimpers above you, oversensitive and overwhelmed. Her hands push weakly at your chest, but you pull her down into a kiss—deep and consuming—swallowing her protests until they turn back into moans.

When you finally break the kiss she’s glassy-eyed and pliant, head lolling back as you maneuver her body, lifting her off you and ignoring her whine of loss, turning her around so she’s facing away from you, her hands planted on the coffee table and pulling her back down onto your cock.

The new angle makes her gasp, makes her arch her back, and you can see everything now—the way she stretches around you, the obscene sight of your cock disappearing into her, the way her arousal coats your length and drips down to make a mess of your thighs.

“Touch yourself,” you command, voice rougher than you intended, and her hand snakes between her legs immediately, fingers working her clit, while you grip her hips and set a merciless pace. “That’s it baby girl,” you growl when her movements become erratic, when can feel her tightening around you again. “You’re gonna cum for me again.”

Giselle is moaning now too, Winter’s enthusiasm between her legs drawing her closer to the edge, and the room is thick with the scent of sex and the symphony of desperate sounds.

Karina’s second orgasm hits her like a wave—you feel it in the way she goes rigid, in the broken cry that tears out her throat, in the way her pussy pulses around you in rhythmic contractions that makes it harder for you to breathe. She’s gushing, wetness flooding down, and the tight convulsing almost becomes too much.

You push her off before you could spill, your cock hard and throbbing in the open air. Reality slowly filters back in—the sound of Giselle crying out as she cums on Winter’s tongue, Karina slumped atop the coffee table, the way your heart is hammering against your ribs. You’re all breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat, and you can feel yourself ready to burst.

Karina turns her head, a blissful, satisfied smile on her face, and grabs your cock again, stroking you slow and lazy.

But the night is far from over.

“My turn,” Giselle shoves Winter from her pussy, Karina away from your cock before straddling your thighs. Her hand wraps around your cock, already lining you up with her entrance, only to feel your hand on her throat.

“No.” She freezes, eyes wide, and your hands move down, gripping her waist tightly, marking her. You turn her around, push her onto the coffee table on her hands and knees, spread her ass with both hands. You spit directly into her asshole, watch it drip down before pressing your finger against the tight ring.

You push your finger in, all the way down to the knuckle. You feel her ass slowly give way to the intrusion, the rhythmic clenching around you, like it’s trying to push you out, but also pull you in. Her breathing hitches, becomes uneven, and you add a second finger alongside the first. She moans unrestrained, back arching further to get your fingers in deeper.

“That’s it baby. Open yourself up.”

She moans, loud and desperate. You can see her hands grip the edge of the table, knuckles white, her back arching to take your fingers deeper. You start pumping them in and out, slow and deliberate, feeling the tight ring of muscle gradually relaxing against the intrusion. The heat is incredible, her body fighting and accepting you at the same time.

Winter moves closer, kneeling beside you, hand travelling between Giselle’s legs, three fingers plunging into her tight, hot cunt. Karina is on the coffee table too, hovering above Giselle, drooling into her asshole, getting it ready for you.

You remove your fingers from her ass, watching as it clenches around nothing. The only sound in the room are Giselle’s moans, broken and labored, her arms trembling, Winter slowly thrusting her fingers into her cunt. Your cock is achingly hard.

You stand, tossing both Winter and Karina away before pushing yourself against her tight ring. You can hear her exhale loudly, feel the resistance as you push further in. It’s almost too much for you.

“Oh f—fuck…” Giselle repeats it like a mantra. Her whole body goes rigid, eyes squeezed shut as you bottom out. But you don’t let her adjust, setting a slow pace, driving yourself deep.

The heat, the tightness, it’s overwhelming, the way she tries to pull you in deeper, stop you from leaving, is exquisite. Her body starts rocking back against you, tentative at first, gaining speed as her moans grow louder. You pick up the pace, hands tight on her hips, leaving bruises on her skin. Her mouth falls open, a choked sob escaping her as her heads falls between her shoulders.

You look up from where you’re connected, see Karina on the floor in front of Giselle, eyes locked on her, mesmerised, fingers pumping in and out of her dripping cunt, trying to match your pace. She removes her fingers, shoving them into Giselle’s mouth, eyes dilating when she begins sucking on them.

You haven’t stopped pounding into her, but watching Giselle sucking Karina’s fingers with abandon, the wet, slurping sounds coming out of her mouth—it’s hypnotic. Your cock throbs harder, your breathing intensifying as the pleasure increases.

You feel someone press against you, behind you. Winter. Her hands are placed against your hipbone, her nails grazing your body, moving higher and higher until they reach your nipples. She starts circling them with her nails, slowly, sensually. You can’t help the moan that escapes you, your rhythm stuttering at the soft pleasure Winter provides. She leans up to your ear, whispers something you never thought you’d hear from her of all people.

“Fuck her harder.”

Your eyes flutter close at her breath brushing your earlobe before turning back to Giselle, one hand holding her waist tightly, the other grabbing her hair into a ponytail and pulling, away from Karina’s fingers.

Your pace turns brutal. The slap of skin on skin becomes the only sound you hear, her tits swinging with each thrust, her voice hoarse from use, and you can’t believe what you’re doing, how she’s reacting—how she pushes harder and harder against you, meeting your thrusts with vigor.

Her body starts moving under the relentlessness of your thrusting, the coffee table creaking under the pressure. Her hand slips, plants on the floor, changing the angle. She screams, her back arching further as you plant a foot on the table, pushing even deeper in this new position. You can see everything—the way her asshole stretches around you, the pink flush spreading across her cheeks, the rivulets of sweat travelling down her spine, the way her thighs are trembling so badly she can barely hold herself up. Her arousal is literally dripping, a puddle forming beneath her.

“Oh god, yes… yes!” She shouts, voice cracking, hoarse from constant use. You remove your hand from her waist, slap her ass. Hard. One time. Two. Until a red handprint blooms on her cheek.

You feel it building—her asshole clenching around you harder, more frequently. Her breathing stutters, moans turning into whimpers. You angle your hips slightly and continue fucking her. Fast. Relentless.

She goes silent for a moment, frozen, and then she shatters. Her whole body convulses, mouth open in a scream that can surely be heard by everyone in the building. Her ass clamps down on you like she refuses to let go of your cock. You can feel her squirting, soaking your lower body.

You don’t slow down, ignoring her oversensitive whimpers. She tries to crawl away, but your grip holds her there, bruising, making her take it until her whimpers become moans again.

You see movement in your periphery. Karina waves at you, points at Giselle while mouthing something. It takes a while before you register what she’s trying to say. She’s crying.

Your balls tighten, pleasure coiling at the base of your spine, and the fact that she’s crying—broken and desperate—sends you over the edge.

You slam into her one final time, burying yourself deep. And let go. The orgasm hits you a freight train, pleasure ripping through your body as you empty yourself inside her, filling her with rope after rope of cum whiles she moans brokenly and her ass milks you for everything you have.

For a moment, nothing exists but the two of you. The pleasure. The heat. Her body against yours. Then you hear the door to the apartment unlock.

Ningning’s home.

You pull out slowly, both of you hissing at the sensation. Her whimper at your loss turn back into moans as Winter and Karina come up, licking your cum out of her gaping asshole, the tight ring clenching around their tongues.

You collapse back onto the couch, catching your breath, watching as Karina spreads Giselle’s ass apart, as Winter sticks her tongue further in before sharing it with a kiss. You’re already getting hard again.

“Holy fuck…”

You turn toward the front door, watch as Ningning drops her bag down by the door. She shrugs off her jacket slowly, pulls her heels off, eyes travelling from you to the girls on the coffee table in front of you.

Ningning saunters toward you, takes the hairband from her wrist before tying her hair into a ponytail, revealing the flush along her neck. You’ve become hyperaware of how the place smells—sweat and sex. The sound of Giselle’s arousal dripping onto the floor accompanies your ragged breaths, and growing arousal.

She sits down next to you, one leg over the other, and reaches for your softening cock, eyes still on her bandmates.

Her grip on you is tight, pressure bordering on painful. You try to pry her hand off, still sensitive, but she doesn’t budge. Instead, she starts stroking. Slowly at first, only the bottom half of your cock, before becoming longer, twisting just underneath the head. You groan at the sensation, head lolling onto the back of the couch. You’re at full mast again. And she’s smiling.

“You’re here early,” you say, hand coming up to gently caress her spine, smirking as you see her shiver. “Not that I’m complaining…”

She squeezes the head of your cock. Hard. “Ning… fuck…” you gasp, completely at her mercy now, and she uses it to play with your head, dragging her nails along it. Your breathing becomes erratic, forced to take her ministrations.

“I snuck out.” You watch her face, eyes still looking at the display in front of you. By the way she’s rubbing her thighs together, bites her bottom lip, increasing the pace of her strokes, she’s affected. “They can’t do the shoot without me anyway.”

She turns to you, tucking her legs underneath. Her blouse is loose, the top few buttons undone, her bra peeking out. Your breathing becomes shallow, eyes dilating.

You reach your hand out, sliding into her blouse, cupping her breast.

Ningning moans out your name, all airy. She spits on your cock before continuing her strokes, fast and hard, focusing on the head, and you jerk up in response. The speed, her grip, it’s too much you’re vision begins to fade.

They’re surrounding you now. Giselle sitting between your legs, her nails lightly grazing your balls. Winter’s beside you, peppering kisses along your chest while Karina stands in front of you, a mischievous smile on her face, eyes moving from you to Ningning.

“You should taste him Ning. Taste all of us on him.”

She looks up at her leader, a smirk on her face.

“I’ll take my time with him. Thanks for the suggestion though.”

Her hand leaves your cock, and immediately you feel cold.

“No one touch him.” You swallow roughly, watching as she stands, removing her blouse, her bra, shimmying out of her jeans and panties in one go. Karina moves in front of her, hands moving to her neck before pulling her into a rough kiss—no gentleness whatsoever.

“Fuck…” Your cock aches harder at the sight, your breathing is laboured, chest rising and falling rapidly. You need something. Someone. Before it becomes unbearable.

Your hand reaches out for Winter. For Giselle. But they’re gone, sitting on the far side of the couch, playing with each other, smiling at your misery.

You stare at them as if you’ve been betrayed before a hand grips your jaw roughly, turning you to face her. Ningning takes hold of your cock, dragging you into your shared bedroom.

She turns to look up at you, lips parted and swollen, her breathing uneven as she moves up to kiss, arms circling your neck, pulling you on top of her as she falls onto the bed.

“Fuck me. Now.” Ningning reaches down to your cock, points it to her entrance, one leg wraps around your waist before pulling you closer. Your cock had nowhere to go but in.

You slide in easily, her pussy wet and warm as you push all the way in. She exhales shakily against your lips, eyes half-lidded, one hand fisting the sheets, knuckles white. You pause, feeling her adjust around you, her walls fluttering.

As soon as she nods for you to continue, you don’t ease her into it, the pace brutal, thrusts hard and deep. The slap of skin on skin drowns everything out, the headboard repeatedly banging against the wall. She’s biting her lip hard, piercing it. You wipe the blood before pressing your thumb against her lips. She opens up eagerly, sucking it like she would with your cock. Your eyes darken with lust, and you can’t think anymore—can only feel the deep suction on your thumb and how she’s meeting you thrust for thrust, how her body takes everything you give.

You pull out until just the tip remains, Her pussy is red and swollen, pulsing, begging to be filled again. Her arousal coats your cock and the sheets beneath.

The bed dips against the weight of more people. You look up. They’re here, watching their youngest getting fucked. Winter sits on Giselle’s lap, hands on her tits while Giselle’s plays with Winter’s clit. You continue your assault while watching Karina crawl closer to Ningning, her mouth next to her ear. You still hear everything.

“I’m so jealous of you Ning. I can’t believe you kept him from us,” she threads her fingers into her hair, slowly caressing her head. “Can we share him? Pretty please?”

She nods vehemently.

You’re not sure if she heard her properly. You’re not going to complain though.

Karina looks up at you, a predatory smile on her face. “Finish her.”

You take your thumb out her mouth, letting her scream. “Fuck—fuck—FUCK!” She screams, voice cracking. Your hand trails down her body until it reaches her clit, rubbing it hard in tight circles. She’s completely at your mercy now, and you use that to drive even deeper.

Her walls start fluttering erratically, her moans gaining more volume, more desperate, her head starts thrashing back and forth against the mattress. She’s right there.

Her orgasm hits her hard, back arching impossibly high, a scream tearing from her throat so loud it stops Winter and Giselle from whatever they were doing. Her pussy strangles your cock in rhythmic pulses. You feel her gushing, soaking the sheets beneath.

You maintain your pace, fucking her through the aftershocks, prolonging her pleasure. Her hand finds your forearm, scratching you painfully. You don’t care, trying your best to hold off on spilling.

Her walls continuing contracting around you, trying to milk you for everything. It’s too much.

You pull out. Stroke your cock a couple times. And you cum. The release is overwhelming that you drop your hand beside her head to brace yourself. Your vision blurs, cock pulsing as your ropes land on her stomach, her chin, and on the sheets beside her.

Your brain short circuits. You don’t know what happened. When you come to, you’re laying on the bed, your head on Giselle’s lap, her hand combing through your hair. Karina and Winter are hovering over Ningning, licking your cum off her body. Both of you breathing heavily.

You stay on Giselle’s lap, watching as her members share your cum between them. Their tongues lapping it up before kneeling above Ningning’s head, spitting it slowly into her mouth.

You’re getting hard again.

Ningning turns to you, smiling, your cum all over her mouth.

“Did you enjoy your gift?”