Chapter-84: Wedding photo shoot part- 4
A familiar, coiling tension began to build deep within her, a knot of pure need. But it was stuck, hovering just out of reach. The penetration was overwhelming, incredible, a relentless filling that made her toes curl, but it wasn't quite enough.
She needed… more. Her hand, as if with a mind of its own, slipped down her slick stomach, through her neatly trimmed curls. Her fingers found the swollen, throbbing nub of her clit, already slick with her own arousal and the mixed dampness of the men.
"What's this?" Zeke's voice was a dark, approving growl. "The innocent bride helping herself along..? Fuck, that's hot. Show him. Show him how you really like to come." Encouraged, Mohini began to circle her clit with two frantic fingers. "Yes… There…. Right there…."
Her hips started to move on their own, a wild, undulating rhythm that tried to meet Zeke's deep plunges and Luther's rapid fire thrusts while grinding against her own hand. The squelching and sloshing grew louder, damper, more frantic.
"You are going to climax, you dirty girl?" Luther grunted his voice strained. "Going to climax on our meat rods while he waits for his virgin bride?" Her eyes were locked on Martin. At least they thought that she is a virgin after all she made some simple preparations with cuck points.
She bought a buff called a "virgin for every man". The buff made her look like a virgin or the men that fuck her for the first time would think that they took her virginity. But it is only for the first time for each man. After the first time it will be over.
He put his phone away and looked directly at the glass wall, his expression one of mild curiosity as if wondering what was taking so long. The directness of his gaze, the complete lack of understanding, was the final key.
The coiled spring inside her snapped. A soundless, breathless scream contorted her face as the orgasm tore through her. It wasn't a wave. It was a series of violent, crashing convulsions that clenched and milked the two meat rods buried inside her with relentless, rhythmic pulses.
Her vision brightened out, the image of Martin blurring into nothing. Her entire body seized, shuddering uncontrollably as pleasure, sharp and sublime, radiated out from her core to her fingertips.
Zeke felt her inner muscles clamp down on him like a fist. "Oh, you perfect slut," he groaned, his own control shattering. His thrusts became wild, erratic.
"Taking it all…! Filling you up…!" His release was a hot, sudden flood, a deep, glurk… splurt… that painted her insides. The sensation triggered Luther, who, with a final, choked cry, joined him, splurt… splurt… his own warmth joining the mess within her.
The world slowly swam back into focus. The three of them were a panting, sweat slicked heap. Mohini's legs gave out entirely, but Zeke held her up, his large frame supporting her dead weight. Through the glass, Martin smiled and gave a little wave.
A profound stillness settled over the room, broken only by the ragged symphony of their breathing. Mohini's body was a limp, over stimulated weight in Zeke's arms, her head lolling against his broad, heaving chest.
The slick, damp warmth of their combined release began to trickle from her, a secret testament to the act. Luther was the first to break the silence, his voice a reedy, awestruck whisper. "Holy fuck…."
He slowly, carefully, pulled his softening meat rod from her with a soft, damp schlrp... The sudden emptiness made Mohini's inner muscles flutter weakly. Zeke's grip on her tightened, his bear-like strength the only thing keeping her upright.
His beard scratched her temple as he spoke, his voice a low rumble she felt more than heard. "Get a towel…. The good ones... Now..." Luther scuttled away, his movements quick and efficient.
Mohini's eyes, heavy lidded and glazed, drifted back to the window. Martin was still there, his expression one of bland, patient curiosity. He mimed taking a picture with an imaginary camera and shrugged, as if to ask, 'All done?' A fresh, thrill shot through her exhaustion.
He has no idea. He's standing right there, and he has absolutely no idea what they just did to his bride. The thought was a dark, delicious poison that seeped into her veins, revitalizing her. Luther returned with a plush black towel.
Zeke took it, his movements surprisingly gentle as he began to dab between her legs, cleaning the evidence from her thighs. The rough texture of the towel against her oversensitive flesh was almost too much.
A sharp, involuntary gasp escaped her lips. Hnnngh…! Zeke's eyes snapped to hers, a dark, knowing glint in them. "Sensitive?" She could only nod as her voice a stolen thing. "Good…" he murmured, his work with the towel becoming slower, more deliberate.
Each pass was a subtle, tortuous caress that skirted the edges of her swollen, throbbing clit. Her breathing, which had just begun to steady, hitched again. Her cherries, hard and aching, brushed against the coarse hair on his chest with every shallow breath she took.
Through the glass, Martin gave a thumbs-up. "He's so proud," Luther chuckled, coming to stand beside them. His gaze was fixed not on her face, but on her chest, on the way her heavy, perfect fruits rose and fell.
"Look at him. He thinks we're just getting the perfect shot of his pure, innocent bride."
"We did…" Zeke said as his voice flat. He tossed the soiled towel aside. "We got the whole movie." Mohini's heart hammered against her ribs. A movie... Of course, it made perfect, horrifying, exhilarating sense.
"We should… we should get dressed," she finally managed to say, the words sounding frail and unconvincing even to her own ears. "Martin will wonder what's taking so long."
"Why?" Luther asked as his tone genuinely curious. He reached out, not touching her, but tracing the air an inch from the curve of her hip. "The room is soundproof. The glass is one way. He can't see a thing.
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