Taylor gets it first

They knelt before you like worshippers at the altar, eyes locked on the prize, bodies trembling with anticipation. The air was thick with steam and sweat, and the only sound was the trickle of water behind them and their shallow, heated breaths. You towered over them, your {Cock_inches}-inch cock glistening in the soft reddish light, pulsing with dark promise.

"You’ve been good," you said, voice low and sharp. "Now open up."

Three mouths parted at once. You didn’t choose, you gave them all a taste. One stroke each. Tip across their tongues, a grunt from you, a moan from them. They leaned in, licking and kissing the shaft, treating your cock like a holy relic. You fed it to them slow, controlling every inch, letting them fight over who got more. Fingers brushed, lips collided, saliva pooled.

But that wasn’t enough.

You grabbed Taylor by the hair and pulled her up, bending her over the warm stone bench. Her ass arched high, that round, glossy bubble begging to be grabbed and split. Every twitch was a silent scream of desperation. The soft, smooth curve of it framed the tightest, hottest little hole you’d ever seen, already glistening with slick heat. She looked back, lips parted, eyes wild, knowing exactly what that position did to you. And right at the base of that incredible swell, right where her thighs parted, was that sweet, swollen spot that pulsed like it had a heartbeat of its own, waiting to be claimed.

"You’re first."

The others gasped. Taylor grinned over her shoulder. "Fuck yes. I want to feel all of it."

You pushed in. Slowly. She screamed, not in pain, but in disbelief. The sound echoed off the stone, animal and raw. Her back arched higher as you filled her inch by inch, her hands clawing at the stone.

"It’s too big," she gasped.

"Then stretch wider," you said, slamming deeper.

Natalie kissed her, muffling her cries, while Leanne rubbed her own soaked slit, eyes wide as she watched you rearrange her friend’s insides. Your cock disappeared into her, spreading her open, claiming her. Every thrust made her moan louder, legs shaking.

You looked down. Her mascara was streaked, mouth hanging open in a helpless gasp, drool smeared across her cheek as her body shuddered beneath you.

"Oh god," Leanne whimpered, eyes locked on the obscene stretch. "You’re breaking her."

"She loves it," Natalie murmured, fingers working between her thighs. "Listen to her moan."

Taylor clawed at the stone, panting. "Don’t stop. Fuck me harder. I want it all."

You grabbed her hips and drove in with ****. The wet slap of your bodies echoed through the grotto.

"Yes! Just like that," Natalie moaned. "Split her in two, make her feel it for days."

"God, she’s taking it all," Leanne said, breathless and rubbing harder. "You’re so deep in her. It’s unreal."

"You watching this, girls?" you said, glancing at the other two. "This is what happens when you make me wait."

Natalie bit her lip, her hand moving faster. "Then don’t make us wait next. We’ll beg if we have to."

Taylor let out a sobbing moan. "I can’t, God, I’m coming again."

"You’re not done yet," you growled, grinding deeper. "I haven’t even started."

"Please, my turn," Natalie begged breathlessly, her fingers drenched, eyes locked on your cock.

"No, me," Leanne gasped, climbing closer, her face ****. "I need it, please."

"Don’t stop!" Taylor cried, body trembling under you, her voice ragged. "Don’t you dare stop!"

You grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and shoved your finger into her open mouth. She sucked it like it was your cock, whining.

Then you slapped her ass hard, wet and loud. Her whole body jolted, her pussy clenched, and she screamed as she came again, soaking you.

"Fuck," you snarled. "Look at you, messy little whore."

She moaned around your finger, her eyes rolling up.

"Yes! I'm your filthy slut!" she moaned, her whole body shaking beneath you.

You pulled out with a wet smack, her hole twitching from the stretch, and turned your attention to Leanne.