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Cassandra lingered in the doorway, her eyes fixed on Ella's dripping form. Water ran in rivulets down Ella's skin, soaking the thin fabric of her clothes until it clung transparently to every curve. Cassandra's hesitation deepened. She didn't want to step inside and track the mess further, but Ella's voice cut through the steam.

She knew Cassandra needed an extra nudge and this time, it was sure to work because she had done all the hard work already.

"Kyle won't like being left hanging," Ella said, her tone low and insistent. "Go in. Now."

The words made Cassandra's heart skip. She knew exactly what was coming. Kyle never went easy when he was this worked up. The thought sent a rush of heat between her legs, and her mouth watered—not the one on her face. She swallowed hard, stepped inside, and closed the door behind her.

She knew that this would be nothing like last night but wondered what Kyle would do to her in this situation, she looked forward to it and the anticipation made it all the better.

Ella followed right after, shutting out the cooler air from the suite. Her soaked clothes left small puddles on the tiles, but she stayed close, clearly unwilling to wander the hotel dripping everywhere.

And this was the best way to be right now, it was her making and Ella looked the most comfortable which once again showed she was no slap when it came to this.

Cassandra's gaze dropped to Kyle. His cock stood rigid and angry like it had a mind of its own, the thick shaft pulsing visibly with every heartbeat.

Veins stood out along its length, the swollen head shiny with pre-cum that mixed with the shower spray. Kyle looked surprised to see Ella still there, and even more surprised that she had pushed Cassandra inside but instantly knew all of this was happening because of Ella.

He had always known Ella was sexually open, but watching her actively steer another woman toward him felt different. It felt electric because this wasn't something Kyle thought was possible which was why he focused on giving them individual attention.

Cassandra moved closer, water splashing around her bare feet. She could see the tension in Kyle's body—the tight set of his shoulders, the way his abs flexed, the way his cock jerked upward without any touch. She wondered what Ella had already done to him. Whatever it was, it left him straining and denied.

Cassandra wanted it in her, she was a slave to his cock and doubted she could remain sane the moment it came into view.

Ella's hands settled lightly on Cassandra's shoulders, guiding her down. Cassandra sank to her knees on the wet tiles. Ella gave her a gentle tap between the shoulder blades, urging her to crawl the short distance to Kyle like she was some feral animal.

Cassandra obeyed, moving forward on hands and knees until she knelt directly in front of him. Ella stepped back, leaning against the wall to watch. She made no move to touch Cassandra or herself, though the soaked fabric of her clothes outlined her hard nipples and the curve of her hips. Her breathing had quickened, but her hands stayed at her sides.

Kyle's eyes flicked between the two women. He had expected Ella to leave after sending Cassandra in. Instead she remained, observing with open hunger. The question of what the two women had discussed outside the door lingered in his mind, but the sight of Cassandra on her knees pushed it aside.

The way her massive breasts swayed, they were so fucking big and Kyle had no idea how he was able to build this relationship dynamic with all these women but was thankful for his rebate system.

Cassandra reached up and wrapped both hands around his cock. Her fingers barely met around the thick girth. She stroked slowly from base to tip, feeling the heavy pulse under her palms. Pre-cum leaked steadily, coating her fingers and making each slide slick. She leaned in and dragged her tongue along the underside, tracing a thick vein all the way to the head. She circled the swollen tip with her tongue, tasting the salty fluid before taking just the head into her mouth. She sucked gently, hollowing her cheeks while her hands continued to pump the shaft.

Kyle groaned, his hips twitching forward. Cassandra pulled off with a wet sound and pressed his cock between her massive breasts. The soft, heavy flesh enveloped him completely. She squeezed her tits together, trapping the throbbing length in warm, slick pressure. Water and pre-cum mixed between them, making every movement obscenely wet. She began to move, sliding her breasts up and down his shaft in long, deliberate strokes.

"Look at you," Cassandra murmured, voice husky. "So hard it hurts, isn't it? Ella left you like this on purpose." She rocked her chest faster, the head of his cock peeking out from between her cleavage with each upward thrust before disappearing again. Milk began to bead at her nipples from the pressure and arousal, then spilled in thin streams that ran down her skin and mixed with the water. The warm liquid coated Kyle's cock, turning the titfuck even slicker.

"You like watching it leak all over you," she continued, squeezing tighter. "Bet you want to paint my tits white, don't you?" She leaned down and licked the head every time it emerged, flicking her tongue across the slit before it vanished between her breasts again. Her pace stayed slow and teasing, building the tension without giving him enough friction to finish.

Kyle's breathing turned ragged. His thighs trembled. Cassandra could feel how close he was—the way his cock swelled even thicker between her tits, the way his balls drew up tight. She kept the pressure steady, sliding her soaked breasts along his length while more milk leaked from her nipples.

Ella watched from the wall, lips parted, eyes dark with lust. Her clothes clung to every inch of her body, but she still made no move to touch herself. The sight of Cassandra working Kyle's denied cock between her breasts held her completely.

Cassandra felt Kyle's shaft twitch hard between her tits. He was right on the edge. She opened her mouth to take the head again when Ella's voice cut through the steam.

"Cassandra—pull back! Now!" Ella shouted at the top of her lungs like there was something wrong, this startled everyone in the room.

Cassandra jerked away instantly. Kyle's cock slipped free of her breasts, throbbing violently in the open air. His hips bucked once, twice, but nothing came out. The ruined edge left him gasping, shaft flexing uselessly, a single bead of fluid leaking from the tip before the urge faded.

Ella stared at him, biting her lower lip hard enough to leave marks. Her eyes drank in the sight of his hopeless, denied state, pure lust written across her face. The chapter ends there, the tension thick and unresolved, with Kyle left straining and the two women watching.

"W-Why did you do that?"

-

Jane pushed the stroller along the garden path, her steps slow and careful. The London air was cool against her cheeks, carrying the scent of wet earth and something floral she couldn't name. Jasmine walked beside her, one small hand resting on the stroller's handlebar, her new backpack bouncing with each step.

Junior gurgled from inside the stroller, tiny fists waving at the grey sky.

"He likes it out here," Jasmine said, glancing down at the baby.

Jane smiled softly. "I think so. Look at his feet."

Junior's sneakers—the Gucci ones Kyle had bought—kicked at the air like he was trying to run somewhere.

Jasmine giggled. "He's gonna be fast when he grows up."

"Probably faster than me," Jane chuckled.

"You're not slow, Jane."

"I'm not fast either." Jane shrugged, her voice quiet. "That's okay."

They walked in comfortable silence for a few paces. A squirrel darted across the path, and Jasmine gasped, pointing.

"Did you see that?" Jasmine asked.

"I saw it," Jane responded with a curious smile.

"What was it?" Jasmine questioned,

"A squirrel. They're everywhere in London," Jane educated her because the squirrel did look a little different from your average

Jasmine's eyes went wide. "Can I pet one?"

Jane laughed—a small, surprised sound. "I don't think they like being petted. They're shy."

"Like you?" Jasmine asked.

Jane's cheeks flushed. "Maybe a little."

Jasmine grinned and skipped ahead, then circled back. Junior cooed, reaching for nothing.

Jane's mind drifted.

"Kyle is back at the hotel with Cassandra and Ella,"

She wondered what they were doing right now. The suite had been quiet when she left—Kyle in the shower, Cassandra on the couch, Ella doing whatever Ella did.

"Probably talking or not. Maybe Cassandra is reading and Ella is teasing her about something."

Jane shook her head softly.

"They're fine. They're probably each doing their own thing."

"Jane?" Jasmine called out.

Jasmine's voice pulled her back.

"Yeah, kiddo?" Jane had no idea when she said but Kyle's way of addressing her must have rubbed off on her.

"Can we go see the fountain? The one with the fish?" Jasmine requested.

"There aren't any fish, sweetheart. It's just water," Jane informed her.

"There could be fish," Jasmine persisted.

Jane considered this. "Maybe. If we look really hard."

Jasmine grabbed her free hand and tugged. "Come on!"

Jane laughed again—louder this time—and let herself be pulled toward the fountain.

Junior babbled happily behind them.

"This is nice," Jane thought.

She looked up at the grey sky and smiled.

Whatever was happening back at the hotel, it could wait.

Right now, she had a fountain to inspect and a little girl who believed in fish.

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