The heart-shaped bed was a spectacle of writhing bodies and tangled limbs, the soft velvet sheets a stark contrast to the sweat-slicked skin of the three figures that occupied it. At the center of the tableau was Angel Dust his bronze orange skin gleaming under the dim lights of the luxurious suite. The two young women, one a blonde bombshell and the other a brunette with a figure so sinuous it could make a serpent envious, were working on his body with the fervor of the devoted. The air had the scent of sex, a potent mix of pheromones and desire that seemed to cling to every surface.
The blonde was sucking his hard long nipple with a passion that was both fiery and mechanical. She looked up at him through her thick, black lashes, her eyes glazed over with lust and adoration. The brunette had his cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowed out as she worked him over with a dedication that was both mesmerizing and a little bit scary. Angel's own eyes were closed, his head thrown back, as he reveled in the sensations that were flooding his body.
"Mm, you both do know how to worship," he murmured, his voice a purr that was both feminine and smug. He reached down to stroke the brunette's hair, his nails glinting in the light as they traced the curve of her cheek. "Keep it up, and I might just let you both share in the grand finale."
The blonde giggled, her teeth grazing his sensitive nipple, the slight pain adding to his pleasure. The brunette moaned around his length, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through him. Angel's fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her movements as he grew closer to his climax. He was the conductor of this symphony of lust, and they were his eager musicians.
"Oh, you like that, don't you?" he cooed, his voice a sweet, sugary lilt that could make the devil himself blush. "Suck harder, darling. Make it worth my while."
The brunette obeyed, her eyes watering slightly as she took him deeper. Angel's other hand found the blonde's chin, tilting her face up so that their eyes met. "And you," he said, his smirk widening, "make sure she doesn't forget who's in charge."
The blonde's eyes lit up with mischief, and she released his nipple with a pop. She straddled the brunette's face, her own pussy glistening with excitement as she lowered herself onto the other girl's mouth. The brunette moaned in surprise but quickly adjusted, her tongue darting out to lick at the offered treat. Angel watched with a predatory gaze, his breathing growing more ragged as the scene unfolded before him. He felt like a king, presiding over his harem, his every whim catered to without question.
"Good girls," he murmured, his voice a soft purr that seemed to resonate through the very air of the room. "Now, who's going to make me come first?" He stroked himself leisurely, watching as the two women competed for his favor. The brunette sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to deep-throat him, while the blonde ground herself against the brunette's face, her hips moving in a sinuous dance that spoke of years of practice.
Angel's smug smile grew as he felt his orgasm building, the tension coiling in his stomach like a spring ready to be released. He reached down to caress the brunette's cheek, his thumb brushing against the wetness of his cock. "Almost there," he crooned, his eyes flickering open to watch the blonde's reaction. He loved the power play, the way their desire for him was a living, breathing entity that he could manipulate and control.
With a final, guttural groan, he exploded.
Splurge
Spluurge
Spluuuurge
His seed filling the brunette's mouth as she struggled to keep up with the onslaught. The blonde watched, her eyes wide and eager, as she felt the vibrations of his pleasure resonate through the brunette's body. It was a heady mix of power and submission, a dance that they all knew so well. Angel's face was a picture of pure ecstasy, his tongue lolling out of his mouth like a child's in the throes of a tantrum, his cheeks puffing out with each pulse of his release.
The brunette took it all, her eyes watering, her throat working to swallow the thick, sticky fluid that filled her mouth. Her dedication to the task at hand was unwavering, a testament to the power he held over her. As he finally released her, she looked up at him, her eyes shining with a mix of adoration and a hint of defiance. She had taken his entirety, and she was proud of it.
"And cut!" Valentino's voice sliced through the air like a hot knife through butter, his heavy Spanish accent lending a flair of drama to the otherwise mundane command. He unfolded his lanky frame from the director's chair with a flourish, his gold-rimmed, heart-shaped sunglasses never leaving his face as he took in the scene before him. The red top hat tilted precariously on his head, the zebra-print band a wild contrast to the bald fur at the wrists of his long, white coat. The fur puffed around his neck like a cloud, a stark reminder of the winter outside their warm, decadent bubble.
"You are so fucking incredible, mi cielo!" Valentino's exclamation was a symphony of passion and pride, his Spanish accent thick and rich as he stepped closer to the bed. He clapped his hands with the flourish of a maestro at the crescendo of a masterpiece, the gold-rimmed, heart-shaped sunglasses with cerise lenses never leaving his face. "That was pure art, absolute poetry in motion!" His praise was a heady cocktail, leaving Angel Dust feeling both thrilled and slightly unsettled by the intensity of his director's gaze.
"Just give a moment, Big V!" Angel said as he began to rub his big hard veiny cock, "You girls are good... but they never finish all the way!" He smirked as he quickly masturbate himself to completion, the last few spurts landing on the blonde's perfect breasts. She giggled and licked them off, her eyes never leaving Angel's.
"Mi angel, you always know how to put on a show!" Valentino said, his enthusiasm bubbling over like a pot of hot, sticky fondue. He stepped closer, his long, fur-lined coat sweeping the floor dramatically. The red top hat, a wild declaration of his flamboyant nature, sat atop his head like a crown of sexual conquest. The zebra-print hat-band matched his sunglasses, which gleamed in the soft light like a pair of lovers' eyes reflecting their passion.
He put his long feminine fingers on Angel shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze. "You're the star of the show, mi corazón," Valentino purred, his eyes gleaming with a possessive light. "The way you dominate the scene... it's like watching a lion claim his prey."
Angel smiles wickedly, it was clear to him that Valentino want him sexually and he was using it to his advantage. He knew that underneath the glitz and glamour, Valentino was a predator. A beautiful, charming predator, but a predator nonetheless. He had seen the way Valentino's eyes had darkened when he had taken control of the scene, how his voice had turned into a seductive purr that seemed to coil around the room. It was both thrilling and terrifying.
"You're too kind, big V," Angel said, his voice a silky caress as he sat up, allowing the cum to dribble down his stomach. He knew the sight was delicious, and he reveled in the power it gave him. "But I couldn't do it without your... guidance."
Valentino's smile was a flash of white teeth, sharp as a shark's. "Ah, but you do it so well, mi vida," he said, his hand stroking down Angel's arm with a touch that was both tender and possessive. "Your beauty, your... passion," he leaned in, his breath hot against Angel's ear, "it's intoxicating."
"Oh big V, you flatter me," Angel purred, his chest still heaving from the exertion. His posture languid and filled with the confidence of someone who knew they were desired. The heart tattoo on his stomach was a stark pink against his tanned skin, a beacon of his own narcissistic love affair with himself.
Valentino move his long finger on Angel stomach, scoping some of Angel cum and brought it to his mouth. "Delicious," he murmured, his tongue flicking out to taste the salty essence of his star. The gesture was both possessive and intimate, a silent declaration of his dominance. "Why don't you come to my apartment, Angel Cakes?" He offered, "I have something to show you that will surely get your heart racing."
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