Final Flu Shanghai Ch. 02 (fm:asian/oriental, 6278 words) [2/7] show all parts

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His fear and guilt and confusion were almost forgotten, now just tiny, easily ignored voices nagging in the back of his lust-addled mind. Almost his entire being was now reveling in the incredible pleasure and the overwhelming satisfaction of this glorious experience. How was he still so turned on after those four massive orgasms and not even a break? His desire only seemed to grow. Again, he found himself wishing there were more of them. He knew soon he would fill Chyou with his seed and they would both overflow with joy. It would be so beautiful. And then it would be over. It was coming so soon, too soon. He tried to hold on.

Meanwhile, the four models hadn't been able to figure out which room was Jim's, so they had returned to the lobby. They were in the lobby talking about what to do next when suddenly one of them recognized the two waitresses from the restaurant coming into the hotel and pointed to them. Yuming and Mei rushed toward the elevators, their faces full of excitement and desire. The same thought hit all four models at once: these girls are feeling just like us, but they know where to go! They jumped up and raced after them, managing to reach their elevator before it closed and join them inside. Yuming, standing by the buttons, asked "what floor?"

"Same as you," replied Citra, one of the models.

Yuming giggled. She hadn't pressed a floor button yet. "Ok," she said, "but we get him first."

The models all nodded eagerly. Yuming pressed the button for Jim's floor.

Jim was desperately trying to make it last but rapidly approaching his climax as Chyou built to her own second orgasm, gasping out his name and urging him to fill her.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "I'll get it," said Xiu. She put on her bathrobe and went to the door as the others made sure they were out of sight around the corner. Jim and Chyou were already out of sight, but they held still and quiet, his shaft iron-hard and throbbing deep inside of her, both of them close to the edge.

"Yes?" Jim heard Xiu say as she opened the door.

A familiar, soft, sweet voice replied, "Hello... My name is Yuming. We uh... We need Jim. Is he here?" As soon as she spoke he recognized her voice - Yuming! Even her voice was adorable. Thoughts of her filled his head. He wanted her so badly. His cock lurched in Chyou and she clenched her sweet pussy down on him in response. He was so insanely turned on. Abandoning any effort to be quiet, he lifted Chyou and pulled her hard down onto him, resuming their lovemaking.

"Yes, he's here. I understand," Xiu said, smiling warmly. Then she broke into giggles as they all heard the slapping and moaning sounds from the bed. "Come in, all of you."

All? Who else was with her? Jim looked up and saw the two waitresses and the four models enter. They all gasped at the sight on and around the bed, paused briefly in shock, then soon hurried to remove their clothing to join in.

Jim reached his hand out to Yuming and she came to his side, bending down to kiss him passionately while she tore off her clothes. Chyou began to clench around him as she climaxed, saying, "I'm coming! Fill me up, Jim!" This incredible combination of sensations from Chyou's

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James writes Thu 4 Jul 2024 08:02:

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