Celene watched from the side, her blue eyes dark with envy and arousal, her hand between her thighs circling her clit as she bit her lip. "God, look at you two... kissing so deep while he fucks you. My turn soon—please, Xavier, make me moan muffled too. I'm begging already!"

She leaned in, her black hair brushing their joined bodies, her lips finding Seraphina's neck, nipping gently to add layers of sensation, her enormous breasts pressing against Xavier's arm, the soft weight begging for attention.

Celene's mind raced with jealous desire, imagining how Xavier's thick cock would feel stretching her own pussy, the way his lips would claim hers, silencing her cries into something intimate and raw.

She rubbed her clit faster, her breath hitching as she watched their bodies move in perfect sync, her own arousal building to a fever pitch.

Seraphina's orgasm approached like a storm, the deep kiss heightening everything—the lack of air, the muffled cries creating a feedback loop of desperation.

In her thoughts, Seraphina reveled in the overwhelming possession, Xavier's dominance making her feel utterly owned, her body a vessel for his pleasure as much as her own. She clung to him tighter, her nails digging into his back, urging him on without words.

Her walls fluttered, clenching rhythmically around him, pulling him deeper as she came hard, her moan exploding into his mouth in a long, vibrating "Mmmphhhh!" that made his cock twitch.

Juices flooded, her body shuddering beneath him, hips grinding up as waves crashed through her. Xavier broke the kiss briefly to let her gasp

"Oh fuck... so intense... more, please!" before sealing her lips again, thrusting through her climax, feeling her milk him deliciously. He savored the way her pussy gripped him like a vice, her orgasm rippling through her in visible tremors, her skin flushing hot against his.

He pulled out slowly, his cock glistening, turning to Celene with a growl. "Your turn, my slut... lie back, spread for me." Xavier's voice was low and commanding, his eyes locking onto Celene's with a predatory hunger that made her shiver in anticipation.

Celene complied eagerly, her voluptuous figure opening like a flower, enormous breasts splaying, black hair tousled. She spread her legs wide, her pussy glistening with need, and whispered breathlessly,

"Yes, Xavier... take me. I've been waiting, watching you fuck her, and it's driving me insane. Please, make me yours." Her thoughts swirled with excitement and submission, loving how exposed she felt under his gaze, her body aching for the fullness only he could provide.

Xavier thrust into her swiftly, the feeling inside her pussy a fresh bliss—hotter, her walls gripping him possessively, slick and eager, the missionary allowing him to bury himself to the hilt.

As he filled her, he leaned down for the deep kiss, their lips crashing together, tongues dueling in a frenzy. The sensation of her heat enveloping him was intoxicating, tighter in a way that made him groan into her mouth, his hips snapping forward instinctively.

Celene's moan was immediate, muffled against him—"Mmmph... yes... more!"—her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. She thought of how perfect this felt, his cock hitting spots that made stars burst behind her eyelids, the kiss turning her moans into shared vibrations that heightened her arousal.

His thrusts were powerful, hands caressing her curves with urgency—one on her hip, guiding the rhythm; the other roaming to her enormous breast, squeezing the soft fullness, rolling the nipple between fingers until she arched.

The kiss deepened, his tongue probing her mouth as if fucking it too, her muffled begs vibrating: "Mmmph... harder... beg... your slut!"

Lustful emotions overwhelmed Xavier: the contrast of her taste, sweeter somehow; how her body fit him like a glove, the muffled moans making him feel like he owned her sounds, her pleasure.

Thoughts swirled—how this new style, kissing while fucking, turned the act into something profoundly intimate, binding them in shared breath and desire. He pondered the power dynamic, how their submission fueled his dominance, making him want to push them further into ecstasy.

Seraphina, still buzzing from her release, joined the tangle, her lips finding Celene's ear, whispering slutty encouragements:

"Moan louder into his mouth, you whore... beg through the kiss for more cock. Tell him how much you need it, how you're dripping for him." Her hand slid between them, fingers teasing Celene's clit, circling in time with Xavier's thrusts, her own enormous breasts pressing against Celene's side, nipples grazing skin.

Seraphina's mind was alight with mischief, enjoying the role of instigator, her own pussy throbbing again as she felt Celene's body respond to her touch.

Celene's muffled moans grew desperate, the kiss stealing her words but not her need—"Mmmph! Deeper... please... cum!"—her walls clenching tighter, the build-up fierce from the dual stimulation.

She thought desperately of release, her body coiling like a spring, every thrust and flick of Seraphina's fingers pushing her closer to the edge. Her orgasm hit explosively, body convulsing beneath him, pussy spasming in waves that nearly pulled Xavier over the edge, her long, muffled scream vibrating into his mouth like a siren call.

She gasped as he broke the kiss, "Intense... so good... more, Xavier! Don't stop... I need you to ruin me."

They switched seamlessly, Xavier pulling out to reclaim Seraphina, thrusting deep while sealing her lips again, the cycle repeating with increasing fervor.

"Back inside you, my angel," he murmured against her lips before diving in, his cock sliding home effortlessly into her still-sensitive pussy. Kisses deepened, moans muffled in escalating slutty symphonies—

"Mmmph... beg... harder!"—hands caressing curves endlessly: breasts kneaded, asses gripped, thighs stroked.

Orgasms layered, each more intense, bodies slick with sweat, the room echoing with wet sounds and garbled pleas. Seraphina cried out muffled pleas,

"Mmmph... Xavier, own me... deeper, please!" while her thoughts centered on the endless loop of pleasure, how each switch made her crave more.

To make it interesting, they evolved the style—Xavier lifting Seraphina's legs over his shoulders during the missionary kiss-fuck, changing the angle for deeper penetration, her muffled moans turning to whimpers.

"Feel that, Seraphina? Deeper now... tell me how it hits you," he growled into the kiss, his hands gripping her thighs firmly. She responded with a vibrating

"Mmmph... yes... so deep... It feels so good!" her mind lost in the exquisite pressure. Then with Celene, he pinned her hands above her head, dominating the kiss while thrusting, her begs vibrating desperately. "You're mine to control," he whispered harshly, "beg for it properly." Celene whimpered back,

"Mmmph... please, Xavier... dominate me... I'm your whore!" Seraphina and Celene took turns kissing each other too, muffled moans shared as Xavier fucked one, the threesome a web of lips and limbs.

During one such moment, Seraphina kissed Celene deeply while Xavier pounded into Celene, their tongues mirroring the rhythm below, thoughts of shared sisterly lust binding them tighter.

Lustful thoughts deepened: for Xavier, a sense of godlike control, their muffled pleas his worship; he imagined this as an eternal ritual, their bodies temples for his devotion. For them, addiction to the intimacy, the kiss making every thrust feel like love wrapped in lust—

Seraphina thinking of how Xavier's possession made her feel cherished in her sluttiness, Celene reveling in the raw vulnerability. Dialogues slutty and fragmented:

"Mmmph... your sluts... more cock... beg!" interspersed with gasps like Seraphina's "Xavier, you're making us addicts... don't ever stop" and Celene's "Fuck us forever... we need this."

Hours blurred, positions twisting—side-missionary with kisses, one riding while kissing the other. In one variation, Celene rode Xavier reverse cowgirl while Seraphina kissed her from the front, their breasts mashing together as moans echoed.

Orgasms peaked in chains, intense releases leaving them quaking, each one accompanied by thoughts of deeper connection—Xavier feeling their synchronized climaxes as a testament to his prowess.

Finally, Xavier came deep inside Celene during a fierce kiss-fuck, his roar muffled against her lips, bodies collapsing in a heap, promising eternal explorations.

As his seed filled her, he thought of marking them both as his, whispering hoarsely,

"You're both mine now... we'll do this again and again." They lay entangled, breaths mingling, minds already plotting the next round of indulgence.

Seraphina's in a deep crimson that hugged her voluptuous curves like a lover's grasp, her enormous breasts straining against the thin fabric, nipples pert and visible through the sheer panels. Celene's was a midnight blue, the material clinging to her ample hips and the swell of her breasts, accentuating every heave of her chest as she caught her breath.

Their black hair—Seraphina's cascading in loose waves, Celene's tousled and wild—framed their flushed faces, strands sticking to damp skin in a testament to their passion.

Xavier lay between them, his muscular frame glistening with a sheen of exertion, his cock still semi-hard and slick with the remnants of his release mingled with Celene's juices. He propped himself up on his elbows, his dark eyes roaming over their forms with a predatory satisfaction, thoughts swirling in his mind like a storm of dominance and affection.

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