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Chapter 85 by Romanorgy Romanorgy

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The heat in the room reaches a breaking point. Jessica flips Chloe onto her back again but stays upright, straddling Chloe’s head while facing toward the foot of the bed. She lowers herself slowly, her wet, throbbing pussy descending onto Chloe’s mouth. She begins to ride Chloe’s face, grinding her weight down, forcing Chloe to take all of her.

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As Jessica’s second orgasm begins to rip through her, she feels a sudden shiver go through her. She gasps, her head turning around, her eyes searching the shadows of the room. She knows you are there. She sees the air ripple where you stand, and instead of fear, it triggers a final, explosive release. She grinds her pussy into Chloe's mouth with a primal ferocity, her eyes locked on your position as she cums until she goes limp.

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Finally, Chloe takes her turn. She climbs atop Jessica, her movements fluid and predatory. She lowers herself onto Jessica’s face, her thighs pinning Jessica’s arms. As she begins to move, you surge through her—every lick from Jessica’s tongue feels like a thousand needles of pleasure. Chloe is no longer a girl; she is a vessel of pure sensation. She rides Jessica’s mouth until she is screaming your name and Jessica's in a blurred, ecstatic chorus, her climax so violent it leaves her trembling and gasping for air long after the physical movement stops.

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They lie together for a long time, tangled in the damp sheets, their hearts slowly returning to a normal rhythm. The air smells of sex and your lingering ozone.

"That was..." Jessica whispers, her voice a ragged ghost of itself. "That wasn't normal, Chlo. I've never... I've never felt like that. It was like the whole room was touching me."

Chloe cuddles into her, a dazed, triumphant smile on her face. "It was him. Mack. He wanted us to... he wanted to see. And god, Jes... I think I liked him watching."

They eventually stir, the afternoon sun calling them back outside. They head to the pool deck, their movements slow and heavy with the "afterglow" of their session. They slide into the bubbling heat of the hot tub, the water soothing their sensitized skin.

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