"No, really. I'm okay…"

Seraphine gave a forced grin, though the deep furrow of her brow should have been more than enough to let anyone know that she meant it.

But unfortunately, she was talking to a man.

"Just asking for a fair-go," the guy said in return. He was an Aussie, a few years older than her, college age. Very tall, very tan, very fit, very handsome, and with that buzzed grin it was obvious he knew it. Seraphine sighed the moment he'd strode up to her. He wasn't any different from the hunks and the date rape brutes she'd get pestered by in SoCal. And by the looks of it, this Aussie was one of those yuppie types who flew to nearby Asian countries for a taste of the local sex tourism. Despite talking to him in a clear American accent, Seraphine could tell he still thought she was a local. "Just a few minutes and a drink, eh? What's the harm. Pretty girl like you all alone-"

"Please?"

Seraphine took her sunglasses off, and peered up at him with a pursed lip. This was the third time she'd told him she'd rather be left alone. She wasn't going to ask again.

He stopped himself at the look she gave him. It was less a glare or a plea as much as it was a firm "please go away".

There was a pause as the guy reassessed the moment before conceding with a sigh, seconds before the situation grew too awkward. His turn to force a smile and he raised his hands in defeat.

Seraphine smiled back at him as he left.

She let out another sigh, slipping her Cartier shades on again, slipping the straw of yet another virgin Cosmo between her lips. She sipped and watched the Aussie guy walk back to his friends. That was the third guy to approach her since Sona had gone off with her catch- it was as if Sona was some protective ward that fended off any guy who wasn't in her league. He was the third reject.

Ever since the extensive conversations she's had with Sona, and now after seeing Sona pull that stud with an insane demonstration of her game, Seraphine was more than open to the idea of trying it herself. Sona was right. She was a rising star, a young woman. There wasn't anything to be ashamed about if she just let loose with a stranger like she'd already done with Sona.

Now, the problem was the fact that maybe she was too picky. After all, all the men who'd hit on her were very attractive. Usually rich, usually very fit, close to her age. And yet, Seraphine couldn't shake the feeling that she could do better. At this point Sera wasn't sure if this was due to her own standards, Sona's insistence that with Sera's supposed assets she could pick out of any man in the pack, or the fact that the stranger who Sona had whisked away was one of the most attractive men she'd ever seen, or just a mix of all three. Regardless, it was annoying.

Another bubbly little gurgle. She had drained the Cosmo. She sighed a third time, setting the empty glass next to her, right alongside four others. Sera's hand went over her tummy, feeling the little bloat. Nigh time to cut herself off.

Tapping on her charging iPhone's screen, Sera's eyes widened a bit, just now realizing that it had been more than two hours since Sona had left. She swung her legs over the side of the reclined chair, thumb wavering over the green bubble of the Messages app. She bit her lip. Best not bother Sona.

Seraphine slipped into her sandals and threw on a light shawl. She reached up to the sky as she stretched herself out, her body grateful for a bit of movement after the lazing around. Tossing everything into her petite LV chain bag, she set off from the corner of the pool, striding towards nowhere in particular.

She hoped Sona was faring better. The thought made Sera grin, an excitement welling up in her chest, imagining what "faring better" entailed.

The king-sized bed creaked in violent rocks with the force of how hard Sona was getting fucked.

Her body was folded in half, her feet serving as temporary earrings, legs caught between the stranger's pillared arms on either side of her body. A wide smile spread on Sona's face, her hands gripping the sheets as she got the best dicking she'd received in years. In and in and in, the stranger drove into her with an enthusiasm that rivaled the most repressed of young men she liked to use as toys.

He looked down at her with a ferocious look, drops of sweat streaking down his face and splattering onto hers as he gritted his teeth. The stranger had no rhyme or reason to his thrusts. This bitch had gotten him so worked up that all that mattered to him in the moment was just unleashing every single bit of horniness she'd worked up in him, working out his frustrations by fucking her brains out.

At least, that was the initial semblance of a plan, but the more he drove into her, the more he realized how different of a breed Sona was; her pussy seemed intent to drain his balls with every thrust that it received. She clenched his cock and gripped him with expert timing, clamping down on him exactly when he'd feel a throb running through him, the pressure enough to make him see spots.

Through all his travels and sexual conquests, the stranger knew then and there that Sona was near the top of the list of bomb pussy.

It was a challenge that he indulged in, wanton groans slipping out of his throat to complement the rough smacks of their skin. The fact that Sona was mute only turned him on even further; with only one set of moans, the stranger could hear every single pump of his cock into her slutty cunt, every breath that escaped those pretty lips, ever slide of skin-damped skin against skin-damped skin. It made the sex more raw, which was something that seemed impossible with how primal they went at it.

The stranger dropped down onto his forearms, closing the distance between his mouth and hers. He groaned when she was the first one to introduce her tongue, hissing through his nostrils when she shot her hands up to pull at his hair, dominating his mouth with her expert kisses. To think that even when he had her in this mating press, pummeling her folds for all she was worth, he still felt like Sona was the one in control of the situation.

He opened his eyes, a groan accompanying his next succession of thrusts. He put more power into them, easing up on the pace to gain back a semblance of control. He knew he was hitting her g-spot at the perfect angle, slamming into her with a force that had her massive tits quake against his chest. Sona opened her eyes then, but instead of succumbing as he expected her to, he saw a smile communicated through the look they shared.

In the next moment, he felt her insides clamp around him, catching him during a sensitive moment after the chain of thrusts he'd induced only moments prior. He pulled his hips back, only for that impossible pressure to wrap tighter and pull him in deeper, suffocating him, compelling him to just stop fighting the heat pulsating outward from the base of his loins, to just wildly buck into Sona's cunt as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his tongue conceding to Sona's as he whimpered-

The stranger bust a fat load, the climax surging through him with a force that left him yelping with pleasure. Ripping himself off of Sona's lips, he groaned, pathetic shudders accompanying every buckshot of cum that he planted inside of Sona's womb. He came so hard that he felt his lungs wheeze, his balls shriveling up as her inner heat seemed to milk him for every drop that she could get.

"J-Jesus fucking...Chr-aahchghh..."

Even his curses dwindled out into nothing, the premature peak rendering his mind into nothing but a pile of melted neurons. He could only give pathetic little thrusts, panting next to Sona's ear as he rode out the remainder of the orgasm.

He didn't know when he regained his senses, but the moment he did, he pulled back to catch a glimpse of Sona's face. Not even ten minutes and she had him cumming and whimpering like some teenager busting for the first time on prom night.

Sona looked back at him with a cocky smirk. She hadn't cum yet. Not even close. She had half a mind to chuckle. Maybe she'd overestimated the sort of man he was. At this rate, he was shaping up to be just another hot stud who got her worked up but couldn't follow it up with anything substantial. A candy man; empty calories.

Is that all you've got?

Words that were plain as day in that look she gave him. The stranger could see it in her eyes. She was still waiting to be impressed.

He shook his head, a cocky grin of his own spreading on his lips. He gave his hips a little thrust, letting her know he was still more than ready and eager to show her what he was made of.

He pulled back from her, letting her legs fall to the side as he rose up to his knees, chest out and back straight. Keeping his eyes on Sona's face, he reached for her ankles. He kept his cock lodged in her as he shifted his weight, adjusting.

With her legs spread apart in a "V", each foot shoulder-width apart, the stranger started to fuck her again, his thrusts resuming the feverish pace that they maintained before, bucking into Sona's tight heat.

This time, he wasn't about to underestimate her. There was no way to accustom himself to a pussy this skilled, this eager to milk him of every and any load that churned in his balls, but now his thrusts took a more measured approach, a rhythm established behind his wild bucks, intent woven into the carnal chaos.

The stranger grit his teeth, letting the angle do most of the work. He knew he could strike her g-spot with the way he curved up inside of her, each slide of his shaft in and out of her striking a silent moan from her open lips.

Sona admired the effort. Within a few more minutes of the new position and she knew she shouldn't write him off just yet, not when he obviously had more than enough fuel in the tank for more opportunities to prove himself. She arched her back when a particular forwards push struck her so deep and so hard that she felt her breath hitch. It'd been a while since that happened. A breath later, and he did it again, and again, seemingly noticing her reaction.

She bit her lip, looking up at him, one of her eyes veiled by the blue of her bangs tumbling in front of it. He looked down at her with a horny snarl. Sona gave him a delirious grin. He knew the game, and he played it well. Usually men who bedded her would have succumbed to her skill, and she'd be forced to downplay herself, stoop down to their level lest they collapse in a cum-drained husk after only fifteen minutes. But this stranger would rise to meet her no matter how good she was; he could actually hold a conversation with her body when most thought she was incapable of one without words.

The minutes wore on as the stranger kept pounding her, his grip on Sona's ankles tight. He watched as her supple curves were rocked up and down on the sheets, her tits and their pink nipples flicking sweat into the air with every cycle of his hips, her creamy skin glowing in that holy light against the sheets, her body's lustre outshining any given piece of golden jewelry that clung to her skin.

He could feel her slickness take on a more sensitive quality, her gripping heat pulsing around him that indicated a slip in control.

He was getting to her, she was close.

The thought of it drove him to fuck her harder, the hands at her ankles shifting to slide up to her thighs, clamping into the soft thickness and dragging her back and forth onto the bed, pulling her into the mighty surge of his hips. Sona's hair was a mess at this point, her twintails a tangled stream of light blue against the sheets. He was wearing her out, he just needed to keep going, fucking her until that cocky yet serene look on her face was twisted into one overcome with animal lust.

He let the percussive clapping of their skin occupy the space between them as he bit back on his grunts, shutting his eyes tight. Sona was one hell of a woman. Her curves spoke for themselves, but it still boggled his mind at how tight she was, hot hot and slick her gloving heat felt around him. She sucked him into her cum-laden depths with an effortless grip. He lost himself in that heat again, adjusting his hands up to grip her waist this time, moaning at how perfect her plump and buxom curves felt beneath his fingers when he squeezed.

Sona sucked in a breath, feeling the heat at the base of her loins begin to rise above a simmer and reach a boil. She had her eyes squeezed shut too as she relished how much the stranger lost himself in her body, how his swollen cockhead slammed into her as his hands gave appreciative rubs across every inch they could reach.

She felt his lips wrap around one of her tits, and she pushed her chest out to accommodate for him. His arm wrapped around her back, his free hand grabbing her other breast and squeezing it, excess flesh spilling between his fingers while his palm scraped out sparks of pleasure against her perked nipple.

This was what she was what she craved. Her own hips began to return his efforts as much as she could, bucking up to meet his crotch faster. Her arms reached out to his shoulders, pulling him close, pulling him inside of her deeper. His muscles clenched and bristled against her softness, the contrast of his hard body pounding into her soft body making Sona's skin flush with heat.

She was so close.

She brought her legs up to wrap around him, to let him know that he was-

The stranger groaned into her skin, biting into her breast. He seized up and gave a final hard thrust as he planted himself deep and unloaded another hot creampie deep into her guts. She felt his shudders and his curses against her collarbone, bit her lip at the feeling of his cum joining his previous load, the heat and the pressure making her eyelids flutter.

As he rode it out, Sona was ready to accept the stranger's valiant attempt. Two creampies after her torturous foreplay was more than any man she'd ever fucked. She shouldn't have coaxed out two of his loads with her tits and her mouth if she'd wanted more of a performance from him.

But as that thought crossed her mind, Sona felt him begin to move again.

Blinking her eyes open, the stranger had situated himself on his knees again. He was still hard. He was still inside her.

The stranger looked down at her, panting, a determined glow in his eye. He could see in that instant that no man had gone this far.

He took her body and turned it to its side, positioning himself over one of her legs, the other leg pushed up against his torso and his chest.

He took a moment to breathe, sweat coursing down his skin.

He gave Sona a look, and he didn't need to open his mouth to let he know the words written on his face:

We're just getting started.

The stranger began to fuck her again, starting off with deep strokes, grunting as each push of his hips was punctuated by deep smacks against her thigh. He gave a greedy squeeze to it, his other hand wrapped around her calf.

Faster and faster, the stranger tunneled into Sona, the curve of his shaft sliding into a spot he hadn't hit before. Sona's excitement mounted as he kept going. He never tore his eyes from her face, and she felt the heat of his ravenous gaze as she closed her own.

She let herself go to the heat, the intensity of his touch and his rutting. She had been wrong to even think of writing him off, not when he proved her initial expectations of him right with every successive swing of his hips. This man was the real deal. A real man. Her gut was right to have used him as an example for Sera to pursue.

Sona's mind flashed with the face of Sera, imagining what Sera would look like once this stranger claimed her too. How that slender body of hers would twist and be overcome by this unrelenting mass of muscle and virility, how she would come undone as she was fucked like a woman until her mind would be torn asunder.

The fantasy pushed Sona close to the edge, her head burrowing backward onto the bed as she felt her body seize up, her fingers going white knuckle as they tore into the sheets. Then, her eyes flew open as pure heat shot through her nerves, her breath ripped out from her lungs as the heat in her loins bubbled over.

She had but a moment to look down her body to catch a glimpse of the stranger rubbing at her clit, using just his thumb to pluck at her swollen nub as if she were his instrument, and he was a maven, weaving music.

Sona came.

She came so hard her vision swirled into all-encompassing white. All the while, as the waves of climax crested and crashed down through her over and over, the stranger kept fucking her.

He growled, grunting as he tightened the hold on her leg, her calf on his shoulder. He kept rubbing her clit. He watched her squirt onto the bedsheets, the sight compromising his tenacity to withhold his own climax as much as the impossible pressure of her inner folds did.

Soon enough, the stranger didn't give a flying fuck about restraint anymore. Not when Sona was enduring another orgasm, his efforts effective in breaking her, in wiping that smug grin off her face. She was wheezing and thrashing about with a wild silent squeal, a whorish smile on her face, tongue poking out while his bucks rocked her world.

Both hands gripping her leg again, the stranger pounded into Sona's pussy for all that he was worth. Even amidst the climaxes, Sona was still giving intentful clenches around his cock, still driving him crazy with how she drew him into her. If she wanted to be bred so bad then who was he to deny her?

He threw his hips forward at a rate that had the mattress slip from its hold on the bedframe. Throwing his head back he didn't stop the desperate groans that were coupled with every thrust.

He choked back on his breaths, his teeth grinding themselves into dust. He wanted a quick fuck with a celebrity, but he was getting so much more out of this deal than he'd signed up for. His balls pulsed, and the stranger mirrored Sona's delirious smile with one of his own.

As he always said, most of what makes a good businessman is luck.

With a roar, he slammed himself into her and came for the fifth time that day. He gave hissing grunts through clenched teeth, head falling forward to watch himself sink his meat inside of her plush curves over and over and over again. Hot globules of thick spunk spurted out between their bodies, previous loads supplanted and churned up by the new one he laid inside of her with rope after rope of cum.

Letting go of her leg, the stranger rode out the rest of his peak with hands on her hips. Sona lay there with a hand resting atop her forehead. She milked him for as much as he could give her, her chest alight in sensation at the feeling of her womb brimming with all the seed he shot into it. To think that this was his biggest creampie yet despite giving her two in the past half hour...

With that, the stranger stopped.

Exhaustion and fatigue from the exertion of nonstop fucking crashed into his sore muscles like a freight train. He let go of the breath he had been holding, gulping in air, head feeling light and woozy. He looked down at the mess he made, at Sona's supple curves, all glistening with a sheen of sweat and spit, her face covered with an arm as her chest rose and fell with the haggard gasps she took to catch up on her own breaths. With a hand at her side, he pulled his hips back, his prick slipping out of her cunt with a lewd slurp. Sona's lower belly gave a visible clench that echoed in a shiver throughout her body as her pussy gaped, struggling to remember its internal pressure after the stranger's fat cock had just spent an inhuman amount of energy and dedication hollowing it out for his pleasure.

Cum burst out of her in a deluge of white stickiness, bubbling out onto the sheets. Sona let out a silent moan, unable to stop the inadvertent shudder of her hips. Her inner folds throbbed. The bed let out a creak when the stranger collapsed next to her, a groan slipping from his throat.

She smiled, slipping her forearm off her eyes, tilting her head towards him. He had both of his arms at the seed of his head, panting. He was in as much of a sorry state as she was.

She shut her eyes again to follow his lead. They lay there in silence, bodies sore and sweaty, air conditioning slipping over their bare skin in a cooling embrace. The sheets below them were damp.

Sona was in heaven. The bliss of hardcore sex was one thing, but the afterglow, the quiet and the respite that settled after a mind-numbing, hip-shattering fuck was a privilege more scarce than finding a worthy fuck in the first place. She felt her limbs melt into the sheets below her, going lax, letting the soreness seep into her bones and permeate the limp jello of her muscles. She focused on her breaths, filling her lungs up with air that they screamed for when she had spent so much time denying them a full inhale. The fulfilled smile curled on her lips stayed as she wavered between the planes of consciousness and the inky black of sleep.

Several minutes would pass before Sona felt his hand trail along her belly, his fingers brushing over the dip between her hip and her thigh. She gave him a voiceless giggle.

Tilting her head towards him again, their eyes met. He was laying on his side now, that charming and cocky grin on his face. His hand proffered her a glass of water.

Sona sat up on the sheets, accepting it with a warm grin. He leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Sona found herself wishing it lasted just a bit longer when he withdrew. She brought the glass to her lips. How long had she been out?

"You were out cold for only about five minutes," the stranger said, reading her mind. "Also, I don't know if anyone's ever told you this but you have one hell of a snore."

Sona rolled her eyes. She reached over and gave his forehead a flick, earning an exaggerated wince.

They shared a little chuckle as Sona finished off the water. He took the glass back before he stood from the bed.

"More?"

Sona shook her head. She felt an ache in her shoulder, compelling her to give a long stretch, arms reaching towards the ceiling, head falling back. The stranger stared, transfixed. The afternoon sun gave her that gleam again, her mussed-up blue hair glowing at its touch. Even in such a fucked-out state, Sona still possessed the grace and aura of a goddess. Her tranquility permeated the arc of her curves, the gentle smile on her face.

When she opened her eyes again, she smirked at the way his gaze pinned itself to her, at the way his face seemed to drink her in. Her teeth found her bottom lip, the flutter in her chest blossoming into something hotter. She reached out her hand, the stranger grasping it to help her onto her feet. She relished how his gaze openly appreciated her even further when her thick curves gave a delicious shudder the moment the balls of her feet touched the floor. She reached up to give him a kiss.

This time, it wasn't so quick. Sona made sure of that by slipping a hand behind his neck. Their lips danced in a hot exchange of slick smacks. She leaned into the hand he nestled in the nook of her hip.

By the time they parted lips, it was the stranger's turn to yearn for more contact. She could tell by the way the fingers on her skin dug deeper, but more telling was the way his eyes begged in a silent plead. She gave a voiceless giggle.

That was when she felt something poke her in the middle of her thigh. She didn't need to look down to see what it was.

"...how about a bath?"

The stranger's proposal slipped from his lips out of lust more than anything else; he couldn't get enough of just looking at Sona's body, and his mouth went dry at the thought of it dripping wet.

Sona brought a finger to her lips, a theatrical gesture, as if pondering. Then, she shrugged, and nodded. Before the stranger could say anything back, she walked away towards the door. He stayed rooted in his spot as his eyes remained glued to the divine shift of her fat ass.

It astounded him how Sona could carry herself with such tantalizing grace, even when she had several loads leaking out between her legs. Despite having curves for days Sona's every step seemed lighter than air. She might as well have floated out the room.

The stranger felt another throb run through his shaft as he kept standing there with an empty glass in his hand like the dumbstruck idiot that he was. Sona peered over her shoulder, their eyes met. Her smile curved wider before she turned the corner, and the stranger wondered if she hadn't been a fantasy the entire time.

Shaking himself out of it, he followed the fantasy out of the room. The floor gave him the evidence of Sona's corporeal form: a trail of little splotches of cum led the way to the bathroom.

Seraphine's lips waned from the quick smile she'd just given for a selfie. She flicked through her camera roll, looking through the dozens of them she'd taken in a rapid-fire burst, each in the same spot and the same angle, just differing in small angles or quirks of her lips or subtle shifts in where her face was pointed.

She gave a rough flick that shoved the camera roll to turn into a blur of indiscernible pink before a bored sigh prompted her to lock the iPhone and slip it into her chain bag.

It'd been hours now.

Sera had since changed into the sundress she'd brought along, grateful for how billowy it was, how it let the air caress in the midst of the humid Singapore heat. She reached over for the plastic cup resting on the table before remembering the boba she'd been sipping on had long been drained. The plastic wrapping sealing the top rim had a gaping hole in it now, another victim to her boredom.

She gave another sigh as she stood, walking over to toss the cup into the nearby rubbish bin.

She shouldn't be this bored. After all, if it weren't for Sona, she'd be alone anyway. She rounded a corner, stopping at an intersection, the thoughts brimming in her head as she waited for the walk sign. Traffic and the din of the crowd around her muffled in the face of her musings.

After all, if it weren't for Sona, she'd be alone anyway...

...but that was exactly it, wasn't it? Sona was here, and Sera was left alone to simmer while she was presumably getting her brains fucked out by one of the hottest studs she'd ever seen.

Sera pouted at the thought. The more she thought about it, the more she was starting to think that maybe she should have taken Sona's goading and shot her shot for that American stranger.

God, he really was perfect. That smile from across the pool, the chiseled definition of his body that looked good from just about any angle. He never left her thoughts, not since Sona had spit her silent game and dipped with him in tow.

Sera bit her lip as the thought of what they were up to now crossed her mind again...

"...oof! S-Sorry..!"

The shoulder of a pedestrian knocked her out of her thoughts as the gathered crowd began to cross the street. She gave a quick bow to the lady before stepping in to join the current.

She needed to get her head out of the gutter.

But that face wouldn't leave.

It wasn't the man in particular that haunted her, rather, the idea of what he could give her, the idea of what an escapade with him would mean. It felt like a milestone that she never thought about until today, one that she couldn't stop and think about.

Fame and "making it", that was a milestone that had instilled a similar pining. She remembered working part-time and having coworkers break her out of daydreams as she'd imagine the rush of singing for the adoring millions, transforming into some sort of designer brand angel and basking in the light of innumerable camera flashes.

She still wasn't sure if that milestone had truly been surpassed...and she stopped in her tracks when she realized, perhaps the milestone she was fixated on now wasn't a new milestone at all, but rather, the final stretch of the one she'd been wanting to complete.

Pulling any attractive man she wanted, wasn't that just part of "making it"?

Seraphine bit into her lip. She felt that heat stoked at the base of her loins again, the one that had been awoken with the long nights with Sona. In the end, what did it matter? She was just a hormonal teenager with a new crush. It wasn't like that stud was looking towards her direction at the pool anyway.

Raising her eyes, she saw that she'd wandered in front of the entrance to a shopping mall complex that was about a block away from the Marina Bay Sands. Frustrated and still more than a little bored, Sera slipped into its air-conditioned embrace.

Nothing a little consumer therapy couldn't fix.

The bathroom was filled with the pounding smacks of wet skin against wet skin. It was a steady and thundering tempo, its every beat punctuated with the slosh of water and the languid groans of a stranger nearing the precipice of another climax.

He was fucking Sona from behind now, both of them standing in the middle of a filled tub that was situated right next to a floor-to-ceiling window that proferred a scenic view of the harbor. Sona was bracing the edge of the tub, her eyes rolling into her head as another climax ripped through her, her fat ass raw and red from the impact of the stranger's hips ramming into it for the past hour. The stranger was pounding her at pace that made the now-lukewarm sudsy bathwater crash and spill all over the bathroom floor, his hands pulling back on Sona's hair, each of her bound twintails wrapped around his wrists like reins.

He yanked her back further when he saw her falling forward under the onslaught of her climax. He wished he could hear her squeals, but at the same time he couldn't get enough of the thrill of hearing nothing but her mute panting and her voiceless moans; there was something primal and also otherworldly about it, dominating a woman who could only express her pleasure through the intonation of breath alone, through the volatile expression of her body.

They had relaxed together here in what felt like an eternity ago, cleaning off in the shower before relishing in a full body dip, sore muscles and raw skin embraced in the warm heat of a floral-scented bath.

He didn't know who started it, or when it started, but in an inevitable change of pace they had started fucking as if they never stopped.

Sona's wet body looked even more glorious than he had imagined. He had cum inside her only a few strokes after the initial reinsertion, and now he raced towards another creampie as his eyes drank her all in, the pillowed softness of her ass crumpling in mouth-watering malleability with every forward crash of his hips. Droplets of water splashed and sprayed into the air like faerie dust, more of them racing down her spine and pooling at the small of her back, glistening with a lustre that put the gems of her earrings to shame.

The stranger raced to pack in another creampie. He shuddered out a groan, giving Sona's head a powerful yank, ripping her head back and her entire body upright. He filled her with sticky heat, sawing into her at a languid back and forth. Sona followed the arc of her backwards momentum and looped her arm behind her to grasp his neck, craning her head back. Her tongue stuck out from her lips.

They made out, their sudsy and damp bodies grinding into each other as the stranger's balls pulsed against her ass, his cock ensuring her womb was overflowing with his seed.

His hands slicked up and down her skin. She'd taken off most of her jewelry, allowing his fingers to rake against her plush curves uninhibited. Their kisses grew deeper, even as his climax tapered out.

Minutes later and they had stepped out of the tub. After a failed attempt to dry themselves off, the stranger found himself on the floor. Sona rode his cock for dear life, her hands digging into his chest. Her pussy worked miracles around him as her hefty curves smacked into his lap, each downwards bound reverberating up through every inch of her creamy skin, her breasts smacking up and down, pink nipples flicking moisture onto his face and his open mouth.

His hands didn't know where they wanted to be the most, his eyes lost all the same. Before he could make up his mind, she'd wrung out another load from him, his vision turning white as he gave pathetic upwards thrusts as her inner muscles coaxed out rope after rope after rope of his offering with an expert's delicacy and a glutton's hunger.

Sona didn't give him a chance to recover before she threw herself atop him, her face twisted into one of desperate need. Their mouths collided as her hips swung themselves in wild bucks into his lap, making the stranger wrap his burly arms around her softness, moans spilling from his throat.

The percussive smacks of Sona's rough fucking rang out as loud as the ones the stranger induced in the tub. They lost themselves in each other, uncaring of one-upmanship or satisfaction; they'd found satisfaction hours ago, and now they fucked for the sake of it, intent on wearing themselves out until they were both drained completely.

Sona's hands found his, and she wove her fingers between his, stretching his arms above his head as she kept bucking, concentrating all her weight and energy into breaking his hips, into eliciting more of those delicious moans of his, into milking his balls dry.

It wouldn't take long until another orgasm rocked her world. It wouldn't take long after that until another climax rocked the stranger's.

They peeled off of each other, Sona sitting up in his lap, spit bridging tongues, bodies still as wet as they were right after a shower and a bath.

The stranger was panting, his eyes half-lidded, every inch of him feeling oversensitive and raw. He wheezed for air.

"...how about a quick rinse, huh?" he said between pants, closing his eyes lest the sight of Sona's glorious shining curves make him change his mind. "...and we actually dry ourselves off this time? I swear to God I'm getting wrinkles in my fingers like I'm 8 years old all over again..."

Sona giggled, giving him another flick to the forehead. They kissed.

As he proposed, they shared a brisk shower that lasted less than a few minutes. It was clear in the way they looked at each other as the water ran down their bodies that both of them were exercising more than their fair share of self-control.

And unlike last time, the pair actually dried each other off, feeling clean and respectable (or at least, as clean and respectable as they could be, buck naked and covered with each other's scratches and bite marks).

They made it out into the hallway.

...and that's where they stayed as the self-control tapered out, and the stranger pinned Sona against the wall, heaving into her bountiful softness, rocking into her with the full intent to breed her for all she was worth.

Sona came for the umpteenth time that day, losing herself in his eyes as he lost himself inside of her heat. She couldn't remember the last time she'd found such a catch, but there wasn't any point in remembering, not when the moment was so vivid, so addicting, so hot.

Their lips found each other once more as the cycle continued all over the suite.

Sera slumped against the doorframe of their suite, catching her breath as the innumerable bundles of shopping bags spilled to the floor.

She might have overdone it.

A devious little grin curled on her face then as she fished for the room key in her hand bag. It wasn't so long ago that she could only dream of such an impulsive shopping spree. She remembered how much it would pain her just to cop a cute top she'd been yearning for from Forever 21, how she'd have to calculate on the spot how many part time shifts she'd have to pick up to make up for a reckless Sephora haul.

Out of all the things she'd wrestle with in her mind, this was definitely an aspect of "making it".

A beep later and the door unlatched. She swung it open, picking up the bags and suddenly realizing just how heavy it all was, wondering how in the hell she'd managed to even carry it all up here. She resigned to kick the rest of them in little shoves of her foot before closing the door to the suite and leaning against it to catch her breath.

She found herself staring out of the main living room window. Dusk had settled into the harbor, and Singapore was beginning to light up. She took in the sight for a moment, before she found herself drifting over towards the view. She looked down at the city, the water, how the lights illuminated itself across the black stretch of sea. To think that she'd be up here, staying in the most luxurious hotel of the city...

That was when she heard the noise.

Her eyes widened as her ears perked. The smacking of skin, the squeaking of bedsprings, the peppering of a man's moans-

Blush filled her cheeks until her face was a darker pink than her hair.

Was Sona and that stranger still going at it?!

Swallowing, Seraphine stepped over on tiptoes to the source of the noise. It didn't take long for her to find it. It was the main bedroom.

The same one she'd slept in with Sona.

A lump formed in her throat as she inched closer and closer, listening, a cold bead of sweat forming on her temple as the noises grew louder. She heard a slap and the stranger letting out a curse. Seraphine's heart pounded so loud, the noises were almost deafened by it. Closer and closer...

Before her hand touched the door's handle, she stopped herself. She shut her eyes tight in a wince. She heard the stranger give another moan before she forced herself to turn around and scurry into the second bedroom.

She shut the door behind her. Leaning against it, Sera slid down onto the floor. Her heartbeat was deafening now. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, just now acknowledging the heat that had sprung up at the base of her loins.

With ragged breath, she brought her hands between her spread legs. She slipped her fingers past the band of her bottoms. Her eyes fluttered shut as her lip's bite failed to suppress the moan that burst out of her throat. Her other hand shot up to pull down on the strap of her sundress, pulling down on her bikini top before grabbing onto her breast. She was soaked. Her nipples were like pebbles.

She gasped at each inward slide of her fingers, her mind racing with the picture of what was happening in the room across the hall. Even with the barrier of two shut doors she could hear the noise.

Seraphine raced to climax within a matter of minutes, a wet mess on the floor. In the silence and the gradual tapering out of the peak, more of those damned noises slipped under the door. Shame be damned, her fingers started to slide and curl once more, and on her side, she gasped out quiet moans, squirming and bucking her hips.

It would be hours of this, of cracking the door open, listening to the insatiable pair across the hall, Sera's clothes a scattered mess below her as her pink hair grew more and more mussed up. It wasn't until the middle of the night that she found herself closer to the middle of the room, buck naked, a mess of her own sticky slick.

She stared into the ceiling, shivering and panting, feeling her consciousness swirl to black. All of a sudden, a bit of shame eeked into her mind at the reality of what she'd done, all that time she'd spent venting her entire day's sexual frustration into listening in on her friend getting fucked. All of a sudden, she was grateful that Sona had booked two rooms and wondered if this was why: to spare her of the greater shame of interrupting or being relegated to an unwanted guest on the couch.

Regardless, no amount of shame was enough to wipe the satisfied grin on her lips.

Fucking herself into a hot mess on the floor of a bedroom she'd never slept in wasn't her idea of "making it", but it somewhat scratched the itch she had for more. Like posting videos of her solos and covers on YouTube and TikTok before K/DA had reached out and changed her life.

It would feel good now, but Sera knew she wouldn't ever be satisfied until she had her time onstage.

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