Inside, he felt immense, pressing against her cheeks as she hollowed them for suction, her tongue pressing flat against the underside, cleaning with broad swipes. The vibration from her moan traveled up his length, making his balls tighten.

Xavier's hand found its way to her black hair, fingers threading through the silky strands, not guiding but holding on as waves of pleasure crashed over him.

The switch amplified everything—Celene's mouth had been tender, exploratory; Seraphina's was intense, possessive, her sucks pulling harder, coaxing fresh pre-cum to the tip.

Lustful emotions surged: a deep, aching need for them both, thoughts of how their enormous breasts swayed with their movements, how their curves called to him even now.

He felt adored, powerful, the alternation keeping him on the edge, his cock fully hard again, throbbing with renewed vigor.

They took turns fluidly, as if reading each other's minds. Celene would reclaim him, her mouth sliding down halfway, sucking with gentle pulses while her hand stroked the base, fingers slick and twisting, feeling every vein swell.

"More, Xavier—let me swallow you deeper. Your cock's so perfect... I beg for it," she murmured around him, the words muffled but electrifying. Then Seraphina would take over, throating him almost to the hilt, her gag adding a tight squeeze, her hand pumping faster, the friction building heat in her grip. "Yes, like that... clean for us, but get dirty again. We're sluts for this dick—give us more!"

Their black hair mingled as they leaned close, sometimes both tongues licking at once, lapping the shaft in tandem, their enormous breasts pressing against his thighs, the soft, heavy orbs adding layers of sensation.

Xavier's world blurred into pure bliss—their mouths a symphony of warmth and wetness, hands stroking in perfect rhythm, each turn heightening the build-up.

Thoughts flooded him: how their lust matched his own, endless and fierce; how he wanted to bury himself in them forever, claim every moan. The pleasure coiled tight, but he held back, savoring the slutty begs that filled the air.

As his cock shone clean and rigid, pulsing with need, Seraphina pulled back, gasping, her lips swollen.

"Now that you're ready again... let's try something different, Xavier. Something we haven't done yet." Celene's eyes lit up, nodding. "Yes—stand up with us. Fuck us standing, one at a time, while the other watches and begs."

They slid off the bed, pulling him up with them, their naked bodies pressing close in the warm dawn light. The room felt alive with anticipation, the antique furniture casting long shadows.

Seraphina positioned herself first, backing against the wall, her black hair spilling over her shoulders, enormous breasts thrusting forward as she spread her legs slightly.

"Take me like this, Xavier—standing, deep and hard. I need your cock inside me... please, beg you to fill this pussy." Her hands roamed her own curves, cupping her breasts, pinching nipples to tease him.

Xavier stepped forward, his hands caressing her hips, feeling the soft flare, then sliding up to her waist. His cock nudged her entrance, slick and ready, and with a thrust, he entered her.

The feeling inside her pussy was new in this position—gravity pulling him deeper, her walls clenching tight around him, hot and wet, the angle allowing him to grind against her clit with each push.

She wrapped one leg around his waist, opening further, her enormous ass pressing against the wall for leverage.

He caressed her curves as he thrust—hands on her enormous breasts, kneading the heavy flesh, thumbs circling nipples until she whimpered; down to her ass, gripping to pull her closer; along her thighs, feeling the muscles tense.

"Fuck, Seraphina... so tight standing like this," he groaned, lustful thoughts consuming him: how vulnerable yet powerful she looked, her body yielding to his in this upright claim.

Celene watched, fingering herself. "Harder, Xavier—make her scream. Then me... I beg for my turn, need that dick stretching me too."

Seraphina's begs echoed, "More—deeper, please! Fuck this slut standing... give me everything!" Her orgasm built, walls fluttering, clenching as she came, crying out.

Xavier switched to Celene, who bent slightly against the dresser, her ass out. "Yes, take me—standing doggy-ish, but new. Begging for more!" He thrust in, her pussy gripping differently, tighter from the bend, hot embrace pulling him deep.

His caresses roamed—squeezing her ass, tracing her back, reaching around to fondle her breasts. For Xavier, the feeling was exhilarating—her pussy milking him in this variant, emotions of dominance surging, thoughts of their endless hunger.

They switched turns, standing positions varying—against wall, bent over furniture—begs filling the room: "More—harder, we're your sluts!" Orgasms cascaded, Xavier finally releasing, the dawn witnessing their unquenchable lust.

But the story continued, as they collapsed back to the bed, hands wandering, ready for yet another round. Seraphina suggested a pile-driver position, something raw and new. "Flip me upside down, Xavier—fuck me deep while Celene sits on my face."

The pile-driver began with Seraphina on her back, legs up and over, her pussy exposed vulnerably.

Xavier knelt above, thrusting down, the feeling in her pussy intense—gravity aiding depth, walls stretched wide, clenching desperately. His hands caressed her thighs, holding them, then to her breasts bouncing wildly. Lustful thoughts: how open she was, begging "More—pound me, slut for this!"

Celene straddled Seraphina's face, grinding, while Xavier switched, "Beg for more cock!"

Hours seemed to pass in the story, positions evolving—spooning threesome, where Xavier fucked one from behind while the other pressed front, caresses shared. pussies hot, gripping; hands on curves endless.

Xavier's having overwhelming pleasure, love mixed with lust. They felt addiction to him, craving more.

Finally, as exhaustion neared, they entwined, promising more, the chapter closing on a high of satisfaction.

As the morning light deepened into a soft, amber haze, bathing the room in a warm embrace that seemed to echo the heat still simmering between them, the three lovers found themselves entangled once more on the vast bed.

The sheets were a tangled mess, damp with their passions, and the air hummed with the quiet aftermath of their missionary explorations and tit-fucking indulgences.

Xavier's body ached deliciously, muscles taut from the exertions, his cock still semi-hard, slick from the remnants of his release between Celene's enormous breasts.

He lay on his side, propped on one elbow, gazing at Seraphina and Celene with eyes dark from unquenched desire.

Their black hair cascaded like midnight rivers over the pillows, their voluptuous figures—enormous breasts heaving gently, wide hips curving invitingly, asses full and round—called to him like sirens, promising more depths to explore.

But the night—and now the morning—had been a whirlwind of positions, each one building on the last, and Xavier felt a spark of inspiration for something entirely new, something that would twist their bodies in a way they hadn't yet tried, heightening the intimacy and the raw, physical challenge.

"Ladies," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, laced with lustful promise, "we've claimed each other in so many ways... but I want to try the bridge now. You, Seraphina, arched back like a goddess, me thrusting from above while Celene teases us both. Then switch. It'll be intense—your bodies on display, every curve straining, begging for more."

Seraphina's green eyes lit up with slutty excitement, her full lips parting in a gasp as she shifted onto her back, already imagining the position.

The bridge: her hips lifted high, back arched off the bed in a yoga-like pose, legs spread wide, pussy exposed and vulnerable. It was acrobatic, demanding strength from her core and thighs, but the thought of Xavier plunging deep while her enormous breasts bounced freely made her wetter instantly.

"Oh fuck, Xavier... yes, the bridge. Make me hold it while you fuck me senseless. I beg you—stretch me in that pose, feel how tight I get. More, please, I need it now!" Her hands roamed her own curves, cupping her heavy breasts, pinching her nipples to harden them further, her black hair fanning out as she prepared.

Celene watched with hungry blue eyes, her own body tingling in anticipation. "God, that sounds so hot... watching you arch like that, then my turn.

Tease my clit while you pound her, Xavier—make us both sluts for this new position. Begging for every thrust!" She knelt beside them, her enormous breasts swaying as she leaned in, ready to add her touches to the mix.

Xavier positioned himself, helping Seraphina lift her hips high, her shoulders and head on the bed, her back forming a graceful arch, legs bent and feet planted for support.

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