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Marcos's cry echoed through the room as Rafaela's pink, swollen member tore into his orifice without ceremony. He writhed on the table, his fingers gripping the white tablecloth as his body tried to adjust to the brutal invasion. Rafaela didn't wait—her hands gripping Marcos's hips, she began to trace him with deep, precise thrusts, each movement making the furniture groan.

"More—," Marcos growled, arching his back as the tip of Rafaela's penis rubbed against his most sensitive spot. The forgotten cherry rolled onto the floor.

Isabela and Luana exchanged a glance before moving in sync. Luana knelt beside Marcos's head, shoving her breasts into his open mouth, while Isabela climbed onto the table behind him, aligning her vagina with the man's gasping face.

"Lick," Rafaela ordered through clenched teeth, quickening the pace. "Until he comes just from your tongue."

Marcos groaned loudly as Isabela sat on his face, his fingers entwining in her hair while his tongue explored every wet fold. Luana, in turn, swayed her hips, rubbing her nipples against his wet lips.

Rafaela felt Marcos' muscles tighten around her, the sign that he was close. With a wild grin, she pulled his hair back, exposing his flushed face.

"Look at me when you come."

And he obeyed—his eyes wide and glazed as the orgasm hit him like a shock, his body trembling violently against Isabela, who continued to rub her clitoris against his chin.

Rafaela didn't stop. She continued to fuck Marcos through to orgasm, each thrust now accompanied by the wet sound of her skin slapping against his.

"Again," she ordered, digging her nails into his thighs.

And Marcos, marked and possessed, could only groan in submission.