The pose accentuated every curve—her enormous breasts thrusting upward, nipples pointing to the ceiling like dark peaks; her waist dipping dramatically, hips elevated like an offering; her ass cheeks clenching slightly to hold the position, thighs quivering with effort. Her pussy, slick and pink, was perfectly aligned for him, glistening in the morning light.

He knelt between her spread legs, his hands caressing her inner thighs first, feeling the smooth, warm skin, tracing up to her hips to steady her.

"You're stunning like this, Seraphina... so open, so ready. Hold that bridge—I'm going to fuck you deep."

As the dawn light softened into a gentle morning glow, filtering through the sheer curtains like a lover's whisper, the room remained a sanctuary of unbridled passion.

The air was thick with the lingering scent of their exertions—sweat-slicked skin, the musky essence of arousal, and the faint, sweet burn of extinguished candles.

The king-sized bed, once pristine, was now a battlefield of rumpled sheets and scattered pillows, bearing witness to the night's endless explorations.

Xavier lay in the center, his muscular frame glistening, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of deep, satisfied breaths. His cock, though momentarily at rest after the standing positions and pile-driver intensities, still held a subtle throb, a promise of more to come.

Seraphina and Celene flanked him, their black hair splayed like dark silk across the pillows, their enormous breasts rising and falling in sync, nipples still pebbled from the aftershocks of their climaxes.

Their voluptuous figures—wide hips, thick thighs, and full asses—pressed close to him, skin flushed and warm, curves begging for further touch.

But rest was fleeting. Seraphina stirred first, her green eyes opening with a spark of renewed hunger, her hand trailing down Xavier's abdomen to brush his semi-hard shaft. "Mmm, Xavier," she purred, her voice a sultry rasp laced with slutty intent,

"we've tried so many ways... but I crave you in missionary now. Both of us, taking turns under you, feeling you deep while the other watches and touches. Please, darling—fuck us like that, make us cum harder than before."

Her fingers wrapped around him gently, stroking to life, feeling the heat return as he hardened in her palm.

Celene's eyes fluttered open, a wicked smile curving her lips as she shifted closer, her enormous breasts pressing against Xavier's side, the soft weight of them sending a jolt through him.

"Yes... missionary, but make it a threesome tangle. One of us pinned under you, the other kissing, touching—building those intense orgasms. And don't forget these," she added sluttily, cupping her own heavy breasts, lifting them teasingly. "Tit fuck us too... slide that big cock between our tits while we beg for more. I need it, Xavier—please, give us everything."

Xavier's lustful thoughts ignited anew, his cock twitching fully erect at their words. These women, with their matching black hair and voluptuous bodies, were insatiable sirens, drawing him into depths of pleasure he hadn't known existed.

Emotions swirled—possessiveness, adoration, a primal urge to claim them until they shattered. He pulled Seraphina on top first, but no, missionary called for him above, dominating. "Lie back, both of you," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "We'll start with you, Seraphina—in missionary, deep and slow at first."

Seraphina complied eagerly, spreading her legs on the bed, her pussy still slick and swollen from earlier, glistening in the morning light. Her enormous breasts splayed out invitingly, black hair fanned beneath her head like a halo of night. Xavier positioned himself between her thighs, his hands caressing her curves—sliding up her thick thighs, squeezing the soft flesh, then to her hips, pulling her closer.

His cock nudged her entrance, teasing the folds, before he thrust in slowly, inch by inch. The feeling inside her was exquisite—hot, wet walls enveloping him like a tight glove, clenching possessively as he filled her completely, the missionary angle allowing him to grind against her clit with each push.

Her pussy stretched around his girth, rippling with need, a delicious friction that built heat from the base to the tip.

"Oh fuck, Xavier," Seraphina moaned sluttily, her back arching as her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. "You're so deep like this... missionary feels so intimate, so claiming. More—please, fuck me harder, make me cum intensely!"

Her hands roamed his back, nails digging in, while Celene knelt beside them, her own hand between her thighs, watching with hungry eyes.

Xavier's thrusts started rhythmic, deep, his hands caressing her enormous breasts, kneading the heavy orbs, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened further.

The sensation for him was overwhelming—her pussy milking him with every withdrawal and plunge, tight and welcoming, sending waves of pleasure through his core.

Lustful thoughts consumed him: how vulnerable she looked beneath him, green eyes locked on his, begging; how her curves yielded to his touch, making him feel like a conqueror. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, their tongues tangling as he pounded harder.

Celene leaned in, her black hair brushing their skin, her lips finding Seraphina's neck, then Xavier's shoulder. "Look at you two... so hot. Touch me too—please, Xavier, caress my tits while you fuck her."

Her enormous breasts pressed against his arm, and he obliged, one hand leaving Seraphina to cup Celene's breast, squeezing the soft fullness, pinching the nipple to make her gasp.

Seraphina's begs grew frantic, her body trembling. "Deeper—oh god, more! I'm your slut, begging for that intense orgasm... fuck me until I explode!" Her walls fluttered, clenching tighter, the build-up coiling like a spring.

Xavier thrust faster, the slap of skin echoing, his caresses intensifying—hands roaming from breasts to ass, gripping her cheeks to angle deeper.

The intensity peaked, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave, more powerful than before, her pussy convulsing in rhythmic spasms, milking him hard as she screamed, "Yes—cumming so hard! More, please!"

Xavier held back, pulling out with a groan, his cock slick and throbbing.

"Your turn, Celene," he said, shifting to her as Seraphina rolled aside, breathless but watching with slutty glee.

Celene lay back, spreading wide, her blue eyes pleading. "Missionary me now, Xavier—deep, make it intense. I beg you, fill this pussy... and touch Seraphina too."

He entered her swiftly, the feeling inside her different yet blissful—her walls hotter, gripping him like a vice, slick from arousal, the missionary position letting him hit her G-spot with precision. She wrapped her legs around him, heels digging into his back.

His thrusts were powerful, hands caressing her curves—palms sliding over her enormous breasts, feeling them bounce with each impact, fingers tweaking nipples; down to her hips, pulling her up to meet him.

For Xavier, it was ecstasy—her pussy's rhythmic squeezes pulling at his soul, emotions of deep connection mixing with raw lust, thoughts of how their bodies intertwined perfectly in this classic pose, amplifying intimacy.

Seraphina joined, kissing Celene's lips, then Xavier's, her hand reaching between them to circle Celene's clit. "Fuck her harder—he's so good, isn't he? Beg for more, slut."

Celene's voice broke in moans. "Yes—deeper, Xavier! I need more, begging for that huge cock to make me cum intensely... pound me!" Her body shook, the orgasm building fiercely, walls clenching as she shattered, even stronger than

Seraphina's, juices flooding as she cried out, "Cumming—oh fuck, so intense! More, please don't stop!"

They switched again, Xavier fucking Seraphina missionary once more, the threesome element heightening—Celene straddling Seraphina's face briefly, grinding while Xavier thrust, then switching roles.

Orgasms came in waves, each more intense, bodies trembling, begs filling the air: "More—harder, we're begging sluts!"

But they craved variety. "Tit fuck us now," Celene demanded sluttily, pushing her enormous breasts together as she knelt. "Slide between these—please, Xavier, fuck my tits while Seraphina licks the tip."

Xavier stood at the bed's edge, his cock hard and veined. Celene pressed her heavy breasts around him, the soft, warm flesh enveloping his shaft like a custom sheath, slick from their juices. He thrust between them, the friction velvety and tight, her skin gliding over him.

The feeling was unique—hot cleavage squeezing, her nipples brushing his abdomen. Lustful thoughts: how her breasts felt like pillows of sin, begging for his cum.

Seraphina leaned in, tongue flicking the head as it emerged. "Mmm, taste so good... fuck her tits harder, then mine. We beg for it."

Celene moaned, "Yes—more, tit fuck me like a slut! I need your cock between these big tits." He pumped faster, the build-up intense, but held back.

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