Free use man.

The idea of using a man as an object without any emotional attachment or the fear of judgement was so appealing she could barely stand it. She picked the one at the end of the line. He had to be the most ****, right?

With a shiver of excitement, she climbed onto the bed, her knees sinking into the plush mattress. His cock was already standing at attention, poking through a hole in the fabric. She reached down and grasped it firmly, feeling it throb in her hand. He was definitely ready for her.

Fleur took a moment to admire the muscular frame beneath her, his broad chest rising and falling with each muffled groan. The hood obscured any hint of who he might be, leaving him as nothing more than a tool for her pleasure. She could feel her own desire growing as she positioned herself over his erect member.

With a sultry smile, she lowered herself onto him, feeling him fill her up as she took his length in one smooth motion. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect mix of the familiar and the taboo. She began to rock her hips back and forth, savoring the feeling of power that surged through her with every thrust. The hooded man beneath her squirmed, his muffled sounds of pleasure a tantalizing symphony that urged her on.

Fleur leaned back slightly, placing her hands on his firm chest for balance, her eyes locked onto the scene before her. The room was alive with the sounds of passion and debauchery, each act more brazen than the last. It was a visual feast that she greedily consumed, her eyes darting from one couple to the next, taking in every detail of their uninhibited pleasure.

Her chosen partner's hips bucked up to meet hers, a silent plea for more, and she was more than happy to oblige. The anonymity of the encounter was like a ****, heightening her arousal and emboldening her movements. She began to ride him with an animalistic fervor, her wetness making a soft, squelching sound with each movement.

The hooded man's hands flexed against his restraints, his muffled cries growing louder as she picked up the pace. The thought of his desperation only served to drive her further, her own moans joining the cacophony of the room. She felt his cock swell within her, and she knew he was close to climax.

Her eyes searched the room, taking in the various scenes of depravity. A group of wizards were using a young witch in a way that left no doubt as to the purpose of the room. Another witch had a line of eager men at her command, each waiting for their turn to service her. The sight was thrilling, a stark contrast to the polite, ordered world she was used to.

Fleur's movements grew more frenzied as she felt the man's cock thicken even more within her. His muffled sounds grew louder, his body tensing beneath her. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing into his chest, her breath hot and ragged in his ear.

"You're going to fill me up," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr. "I want all of your cum inside me."

Her words seemed to push him over the edge. With a muffled roar, he thrust upwards one final time, his cock pulsing as he released a hot flood of semen deep within her. The sensation was overwhelming, and Fleur couldn't hold back any longer. Her own orgasm crashed over her, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body. She clenched around him, her muscles tightening as she rode the peak of her climax.

As she came down from her high, Fleur felt a strange mix of satisfaction and power. She had never been so brazen, so in control of a sexual encounter before. The hooded man beneath her was now spent, his cock still twitching within her. With a sense of finality, she slid off of him and moved to the side, watching his chest heave as he caught his breath.