Chapter 132: The joining of bodies
The coppery tang of Bruce’s blood lingered on Priya’s tongue, a visceral echo of the binding carved into her palm. The ritual knife lay discarded on the black sand, its dark wood stained crimson. Bruce’s bleeding hand was already clotting unnaturally fast, the edges of the cut knitting together under Ketut’s watchful gaze. The ocean roared, indifferent. Priya trembled, the linen wrap clinging damply, her skin prickling where the ritual oils mingled with sweat and salt spray. The circle of wives remained silent, their presence a wall of solemn expectation.
Bruce’s swirling hazel eyes, now a deep, turbulent indigo flecked with gold, locked onto Priya. The intensity hadn’t lessened; it had shifted. The protective ferocity morphed into something primal, possessive. He wiped his healed palm roughly against his thigh, smearing a faint streak of red. "The binding of souls and blood is complete," he announced, his voice rough, carrying over the waves. "Now… time to join our bodies." He gestured towards the path leading back up the cliff. "Infinity pool. Let’s go."
The abrupt shift from ancient ritual to modern luxury was jarring. Priya stumbled slightly as Sophia and Erika guided her back up the moss-slick steps, the jungle closing in again. Her mind reeled. Join our bodies. The phrase echoed, stripping away any lingering pretense. Sanctuary demanded total surrender. Belonging required flesh.
Emerging from the dense foliage, the sprawling villa gleamed under the Balinese sun. The infinity pool shimmered like liquid sapphire, its edge vanishing into the panorama of jungle and distant ocean. Plush loungers lined the deck, a stark contrast to the primal sand of the cove. The wives shed their simple wraps casually, revealing toned, sculpted bodies honed by Sophia’s relentless training. Lena’s celebrated booty, high and round, bounced as she dove cleanly into the water. Jasmine followed, her incredible ass breaking the surface like dark, perfect fruit. Camille slid in gracefully, her thick legs and small perky breasts gleaming wet. Erika’s pale skin and startling blue eyes seemed to glow against the turquoise water, her long legs kicking lazily. Ketut stood poised at the edge, her Balinese beauty accentuated by her newly sculpted physique, perky tits and tight ass catching the light. Sophia herself, the architect of their forms, stretched languidly, her own curves a testament to her discipline. Mystique, the stunning black model, emerged from the villa, tall and full-bodied, joining the others with a confident ease that made Priya feel painfully exposed.
Bruce stripped off his trousers, his thick, flaccid cock already stirring noticeably. He walked to the pool’s edge, his gaze sweeping over his wives with undisguised ownership and hunger before settling back on Priya, who stood frozen, clutching her damp wrap. The sheer physical perfection surrounding her was overwhelming. Jasmine’s ass, Lena’s curves, Camille’s confidence, Ketut’s exotic grace, Sophia’s power, Erika’s ethereal beauty, Mystique’s stunning presence… Priya felt like a pale sketch next to vibrant masterpieces.
"Priya?" Bruce’s voice cut through her spiraling thoughts. He extended a hand towards her. "Join us."
Swallowing hard, Priya let the linen wrap fall. The humid air kissed her naked skin. Her own body, while healthy, felt softer, less defined. Her perky tits seemed smaller, her ass less sculpted. And then there was the bush – a dark, full triangle of curls, starkly different from the meticulously groomed or naturally sparse styles of the other wives. She crossed her arms instinctively over her breasts, her gaze dropping.
"Bruce," she whispered, her voice tight with sudden, crushing vulnerability. "After seeing your wives… I’m… I’m a little worried about my body." She couldn't look at him. "And… I don’t keep my bush like them." The admission felt childish, absurd amidst the life-or-death stakes, yet utterly consuming in this moment of raw exposure.
Bruce stepped closer, his large hand cupping her chin, forcing her to meet his swirling gaze. The indigo had softened, warmed by flecks of gold and green. A genuine smile touched his lips, surprising her. "Priya," he murmured, his thumb brushing her cheekbone. "You are gorgeous." His gaze traveled down her body, deliberate, appreciative, lingering on the dark triangle between her thighs. "And I like you in your natural state." His voice dropped lower, rougher. "I like your hairy bush. It’s wild. Untamed. Like the secret you now carry." He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "It excites me."
A shiver, part relief, part intense arousal, coursed through her. His acceptance was absolute, visceral. He pulled her gently towards the pool steps. The cool water lapped at her ankles, then her calves, a shock against her heated skin. She descended slowly, the water rising to her waist, then her breasts, the buoyancy a strange comfort. Bruce followed her in, the water swirling around his powerful torso. The wives watched, silent witnesses, their expressions ranging from Camille’s approving nod to Lena’s smoldering curiosity.
Bruce drew Priya deeper into the pool, away from the steps, until the water reached her shoulders. He stood close, his body radiating heat despite the cool water. His thick cock, now fully erect and impossibly large, bobbed near the surface, a flushed, intimidating presence. Priya couldn’t tear her eyes from it. Eight inches of thick, veined flesh, the swollen head glistening. Fear, sharp and primal, momentarily eclipsed her arousal.
"Bruce," she breathed, her voice trembling. "I’ve… I’ve never had a man with your size before." The confession was raw, honest. Her previous experiences felt like childish fumbles compared to the sheer, daunting reality before her.
Bruce’s hand slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her small breasts pressed against his hard chest. His other hand cupped her ass, fingers sinking into the firm flesh, pulling her pelvis tight against his hip. The thick head of his cock nudged against her lower belly, hot even through the water. He dipped his head, his lips brushing hers, a promise rather than a kiss. "I understand," he murmured against her mouth. His voice was a low rumble that vibrated through her. "I’ll go slow." His swirling eyes held hers, the gold flecks blazing. "You tell me if it hurts too much. Understand? You tell me."
Priya nodded, her throat tight. "Yes," she whispered.
His hand left her ass and slid between their bodies, beneath the water. His fingers found her dark curls, then parted them, seeking her entrance. She gasped as his thick fingers probed her folds. She was wet – terrified, overwhelmed, but undeniably aroused by his presence, his acceptance, the raw power radiating from him and the watching circle. His fingers slid easily through her slickness, circling her clit with deliberate, knowing pressure.
"Oh!" Priya gasped, her head falling back against his shoulder. Her hands gripped his biceps, fingers digging into hard muscle. "Bruce…"
"Feel that?" he growled, his fingers working her clit, then dipping lower to push two thick fingers deep inside her tight channel. She cried out, her inner walls clenching instinctively around the intrusion. "You’re ready for me, Priya. Your body knows." He scissored his fingers, stretching her, the wet, sucking sounds audible even submerged. "This tight little cunt is begging for my cock. Begging to be filled. Claimed." He withdrew his fingers, leaving her aching and empty. "Now."
He shifted his grip, hands firm on her hips. He lifted her slightly, guiding her legs to wrap around his waist. Priya clung to him, her arms looping around his neck, her heart hammering against his chest. The water supported her weight as Bruce positioned himself. The swollen, slick head of his cock pressed insistently against her soaked opening. Priya held her breath, bracing.
"Look at me," Bruce commanded, his voice rough with need. Priya forced her eyes open, meeting his swirling, molten gaze. "You belong to this circle now," he stated, the words a vow, a branding. "You belong to me." With agonizing slowness, he pushed forward.
Priya gasped. The stretch was immediate, intense. The thick crown forced her open, spreading her sensitive lips wide. She whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Bruce… it’s… big…"
"Shhh," he soothed, but didn’t stop. He pushed deeper, inch by relentless inch, the thick shaft stretching her inner walls beyond anything she’d known. The burning pressure mounted, a delicious, terrifying fullness. "Take it, Priya," he growled, his hips grinding forward. "Take your husband’s cock." He sank deeper, the water swirling around their joined hips. Priya felt impossibly full, stretched to her limit, the thick ridge of his cockhead pressing against her deepest point. He paused, buried to the hilt, letting her adjust, his breath hot against her neck. "Fuck… you’re tight," he groaned, his voice thick with strain. "So fucking tight."
Priya panted, the initial burning pain subsiding, replaced by an overwhelming sense of fullness, of being utterly possessed. She felt every throbbing inch of him inside her. "Oh god… Bruce…" she moaned, shifting her hips experimentally. The movement sent sparks of intense sensation through her core.
He began to move. Slow, deep pulls, dragging his thick cock almost entirely out, leaving her clenching around emptiness, before driving back in with deliberate force, hilting himself again with a wet slap of his balls against her ass. The rhythm was relentless, deep, each thrust a profound invasion. The water offered resistance, making every movement powerful, deliberate. Priya clung to him, her cries turning from whimpers to moans as her body began to respond, the friction igniting a fire deep within her.
"Feel me?" Bruce grunted, his thrusts gaining intensity. "Feel that thick cock splitting you open? Filling you up?" He shifted his angle slightly, grinding his pelvis against her clit with each deep plunge. Priya screamed, her back arching. "YES! THERE! FUCK! BRUCE!"
"That’s it," he snarled, his hands gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them slightly underwater, forcing her to take him even deeper. His pace quickened, the slow, deep strokes becoming powerful, driving pistons. The wet slap of their bodies meeting, the guttural sounds escaping Bruce, Priya’s high-pitched cries – it echoed across the pool, a raw symphony of possession. The wives watched, silent, absorbed. Lena bit her lip, her hand drifting unconsciously between her own legs. Camille’s eyes were dark with arousal, fixed on Bruce’s straining back. Jasmine watched Priya’s face, seeing her own initial overwhelm reflected and transformed.
Bruce fucked her with deep, punishing strokes, his thick cock a relentless piston stretching her, claiming her. Priya’s world narrowed to the burning stretch, the grinding pressure on her clit, the overwhelming presence of the man possessing her. Her inner walls began to flutter wildly, spasming around his invading thickness. "I’m… I’m gonna…" she gasped, her voice breaking.
"Come," Bruce commanded, his voice raw. "Come on my cock, Priya. Let me feel that tight cunt milk me." He slammed into her, grinding hard. "NOW!"
The orgasm detonated. Priya’s scream tore from her throat, raw and primal. Her body locked rigid, her cunt clamping down on Bruce’s cock in violent, rhythmic convulsions, squeezing him with impossible force. Stars exploded behind her eyes as wave after wave of pure, electric ecstasy ripped through her.
The fierce clenching of her inner walls triggered his own release. With a roar that seemed to shake the water, Bruce buried himself to the root and held, his hips jerking violently. Priya felt the hot, thick jets of his cum erupting deep inside her pulsing channel, flooding her, marking her internally just as the blood had marked her externally. He groaned, long and low, grinding his pelvis against hers, pumping every last drop into her spasming depths.
He held her there, impaled, trembling, as the aftershocks racked both their bodies. Priya slumped against him, boneless, her forehead pressed to his shoulder, gasping for air. She could feel his cock, still thick and hard inside her, pulsing faintly. His cum, warm and thick, seeped out around the base of his shaft, mingling with the pool water. The scent of sex and chlorine hung heavy in the humid air.
Bruce finally eased his grip, gently lowering her legs. His softening cock slipped wetly from her well-used pussy, leaving her feeling achingly empty and impossibly full at the same time. Cum leaked down her inner thighs. He pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her, holding her trembling body against his chest. He kissed the top of her head, his breathing gradually slowing.
"Welcome to the circle, Priya," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction and something deeper – belonging. His swirling eyes, now a calm, deep sea-green, scanned the perimeter of the pool deck, the jungle beyond. A flicker of the old watchfulness returned. Thorne’s shadow hadn’t vanished with the ritual or the claiming. It lingered, a silent threat woven into the humid air. Sanctuary was secured, but the hunt was far from over.
Bruce’s arms tightened around Priya’s trembling form, the chlorinated water sluicing over them both. Sanctuary pulsed warm within her veins alongside his potent blood, yet the jungle’s edge felt unnervingly close. Thorne’s phantom breath chilled her damp skin despite the Balinese heat. "You're safe here," Bruce murmured into her hair, his voice rough gravel against her ear. His hand slid possessively down her spine, fingers tracing the swell of her ass, still slick with his release. "But belonging demands completion." He lifted his head, his swirling hazel eyes—now a deep, possessive indigo—sweeping over his gathered wives. "The circle claims its own. Fully."
Camille moved first. She glided through the water towards them, her Latina curves gleaming, small perky breasts breaking the surface. Her dark eyes held Priya’s, fierce loyalty mixed with primal understanding. "Out," she commanded softly, her voice cutting through Priya’s daze. "Onto the deck." Hands lifted Priya, guiding her slick body up the pool steps onto the warm teak. Water streamed off her, pooling around her feet on the smooth wood. Bruce followed, his thick cock already stirring back to life, glistening wetly. He didn't dry off, rivulets tracing paths down his sculpted chest and abdomen.
Camille positioned Priya near a wide, low lounger facing the jungle vista. "Lie back," she instructed, her tone gentle yet firm. Priya obeyed, the cool linen cushioning her back as she reclined. Camille knelt between Priya’s legs, her hands spreading Priya’s thighs wide. Priya’s dark, full bush was exposed, glistening, her pussy lips still flushed and swollen from Bruce’s claiming. Camille’s gaze was appreciative, hungry. "Beautiful," she breathed, her fingers already parting Priya’s folds, finding her slick entrance. "So wet for us already." She leaned down, her tongue a hot, flat stroke against Priya’s clit.
Priya gasped, arching off the lounger. "Oh! Camille!" The sensation was electric, unexpected, washing over her oversensitive nerves. Bruce stood beside the lounger, watching Camille work with intense focus. He reached down, his large hand wrapping around his thickening cock, stroking himself slowly as Camille’s tongue delved deeper, lapping at Priya’s juices. Camille moaned against Priya’s flesh, the vibration sending shivers up Priya’s spine. "Taste her, Bruce," Camille murmured, lifting her head, her chin glistening. "Taste your new wife."
Bruce didn't hesitate. He knelt beside Camille, his head dipping between Priya’s thighs. His tongue replaced Camille’s, broader, hotter, more demanding. He licked a long, slow stripe from her opening to her clit, then sucked the swollen bud hard into his mouth. Priya cried out, her hands flying to tangle in his damp hair. "Fuck! Yes!" His tongue plunged inside her, fucking her with rough, delicious strokes, mimicking his cock. Camille watched, her own hand slipping between her legs, fingers working her clit as she observed Bruce devour Priya.
"Enough teasing," Bruce growled, pulling back. His lips and chin shone with her wetness. He looked at Camille, desire blazing in his eyes. "My turn with you, wife." Camille rose fluidly, a confident smile playing on her lips. She turned, presenting her thick, glorious ass to Bruce, bending forward slightly, gripping the edge of the lounger near Priya’s shoulder. Bruce positioned himself behind Camille, his thick cockhead nudging against her slick, dark entrance. He gripped her hips, fingers digging into the firm flesh of her ass. "Take it, Camille," he commanded.
At the same moment, Camille reached back, her hand finding Priya’s wrist. She guided Priya’s fingers down, pressing them firmly against her own dripping pussy lips, right beside where Bruce’s cock was poised. "Feel him," Camille gasped, her voice thick with need. "Feel him claim me. Claim us." Priya’s fingertips brushed Camille’s slick folds just as Bruce drove forward in one powerful thrust, burying his thick cock to the hilt in Camille’s welcoming cunt.
Camille screamed, a sound of pure ecstasy, her body jolting forward. Priya felt the incredible stretch of Bruce’s cock through Camille’s flesh, the heat, the sheer force of his possession vibrating against her fingertips. "Oh GOD! BRUCE! FUCK ME!" Camille wailed, pushing back against him. Bruce set a brutal pace immediately, pounding into Camille’s thick ass, the wet slap of flesh echoing loudly. His balls slapped against her clit with every deep drive. Priya watched, mesmerized, her fingers instinctively mimicking the rhythm Bruce set, rubbing Camille’s clit as he fucked her.
"Harder!" Camille demanded, throwing her head back. "Fuck your wife’s cunt! Make her scream!" Bruce obliged, his thrusts becoming piston-fast, hammering into her depths. Camille’s cries escalated, her body shuddering. "Priya! Touch my clit! Rub it! HARDER!" Priya pressed her fingers firmly against Camille’s engorged bud, circling rapidly. Camille’s inner walls clamped down violently on Bruce’s cock. "YES! FUCK! COMING! COMING ON YOUR COCK!" Her body convulsed, milking Bruce fiercely.
Bruce roared, his hips slamming forward, grinding deep as he emptied himself into Camille’s spasming channel. Hot cum flooded her, dripping onto Priya’s fingers still pressed against Camille’s clit. The scent of sex, chlorine, and sweat hung thick. Bruce withdrew slowly, his cock glistening. Camille slumped forward, panting, a satisfied smile on her face. She turned her head, catching Priya’s gaze. "Your turn is coming, sister," she breathed.
Bruce didn't pause. His eyes, blazing gold-flecked blue, found Lena. "Lena. My shadow. My best booty." Lena was already moving, her celebrated ass bouncing as she practically leapt towards him. "Need you, Bruce!" she gasped, her wild eyes alight. "Fuck me! Claim me!" She pushed Priya’s legs wider apart, positioning herself kneeling between them, facing Priya. Lena leaned down, capturing Priya’s mouth in a fierce, hungry kiss, her tongue plunging deep. Priya moaned into Lena’s mouth, tasting herself and Camille on Lena’s lips.
Bruce positioned himself behind Lena’s magnificent ass. He gripped her hips, spreading her cheeks wide, exposing her dark, tight hole and her glistening pussy below. He spat onto his fingers, then rubbed the saliva roughly over Lena’s asshole. Lena broke the kiss with Priya, gasping. "Oh fuck, Bruce! Yes! Take it!" He pressed a thick finger against her tight rosette, then pushed relentlessly inward. Lena cried out, arching her back, pushing against his finger. "FUCK! MORE!" Bruce added a second finger, stretching her asshole brutally. Priya watched, transfixed, as Lena’s face contorted in a mixture of pain and ecstasy.
"Now," Bruce growled, withdrawing his fingers. He lined up his thick, slick cockhead with Lena’s stretched asshole. Lena reached down, grabbing Priya’s hands and placing them firmly on her own bouncing breasts. "Squeeze them!" Lena commanded, her voice ragged. "Pinch my nipples! HARD!" Priya obeyed, grasping Lena’s small, perky tits, rolling the hard nipples between her fingers. Lena gasped. At the same moment, Bruce drove his thick cock deep into Lena’s ass in one brutal, unyielding thrust.
Lena’s scream was primal, raw. Her body locked rigid, her ass clamping impossibly tight around Bruce’s invading cock. Priya felt the intense vibration through Lena’s breasts. "FUCK! FUCK MY ASS! BREAK ME!" Lena shrieked, pushing back hard. Bruce gripped her hips like vices, pulling her onto his cock with savage force, fucking her ass with deep, punishing strokes. The wet, obscene sound of his thick cock pistoning in and out of her tight hole filled the air. Lena’s eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure-pain. Priya pinched her nipples harder, twisting them, feeding Lena’s frenzy.
"Harder! FUCK! DEEPER!" Lena begged, her voice breaking. Bruce hammered into her, his balls slapping against her soaked pussy lips. Lena’s body began to convulse wildly. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! COMING! COMING FROM MY ASS!" Her inner muscles clamped down in violent spasms around Bruce’s cock buried deep in her ass. Bruce roared, his hips jerking as he flooded her tight channel with hot cum. Lena collapsed forward onto Priya, trembling violently, her breath hot gasps against Priya’s neck. Bruce withdrew slowly, cum dripping from Lena’s stretched hole onto Priya’s thigh.
Ketut was next, moving with serene purpose. She guided Priya to turn onto her hands and knees on the lounger. Ketut knelt behind Priya, her hands spreading Priya’s ass cheeks wide. Priya felt exposed, vulnerable, her dripping pussy and dark bush fully presented. Ketut’s tongue, cool and precise, flicked against Priya’s clit, then traced a slow, wet path down to her entrance. Priya moaned, pushing back against Ketut’s mouth. Bruce positioned himself behind Ketut, his cock slick with Lena’s juices and cum. He gripped Ketut’s slim hips, his thick cockhead pressing against her tight Balinese pussy.
"Claim her, Bruce," Ketut murmured against Priya’s flesh, her breath hot. "Fill me while I taste our new sister." She plunged her tongue deep into Priya’s cunt. At the same instant, Bruce thrust hard into Ketut, sheathing himself fully in her tight channel. Ketut gasped, her body jolting forward, her tongue driving deeper into Priya. Priya cried out, the dual sensation overwhelming – Ketut’s tongue fucking her while Bruce’s thick cock pounded into Ketut mere inches away. She felt the vibrations of Bruce’s thrusts through Ketut’s body, transmitted directly to her clit and inner walls.
Bruce fucked Ketut with deep, measured strokes, his eyes fixed on where Ketut’s face was buried in Priya’s pussy. Ketut moaned around Priya’s flesh, her tongue working relentlessly. "Fuck her harder, Bruce," Ketut gasped, pulling back slightly. "Make her feel you through me." Bruce increased his pace, driving into Ketut with powerful thrusts. Each forward drive pushed Ketut’s face harder against Priya’s ass, her tongue plunging deeper. Priya’s moans escalated into screams as Ketut found her clit again, sucking hard while Bruce’s relentless pounding vibrated through her.
"YES! KETUT! BRUCE! FUCK! I'M CLOSE!" Priya wailed, her fingers clawing at the lounger fabric. Ketut redoubled her efforts, her tongue a blur against Priya’s clit. Bruce’s thrusts became frantic, hammering into Ketut. Priya felt the coil inside her snap. "OH GOD! COMING!" Her body bucked violently, her cunt clenching around Ketut’s tongue as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Ketut moaned, her own climax triggered by Priya’s spasms and Bruce’s relentless pounding. Bruce felt Ketut’s inner walls convulse and roared, emptying another load deep inside her. Ketut slumped forward, her face resting against Priya’s ass, panting.
Jasmine didn't wait. She pulled Priya upright onto her knees facing Bruce. Jasmine knelt behind Priya, her incredible ass brushing against Priya’s back. She reached around, her hands finding Priya’s breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples. "Look at him," Jasmine breathed hotly in Priya’s ear. "Look at your husband. See how hard he is for us." Bruce stood before them, his thick cock impossibly erect, glistening with the mixed juices of his wives. His swirling eyes burned with possessive fire. Jasmine guided Priya’s head forward. "Suck him," Jasmine commanded. "Suck your husband’s big cock. Taste your sisters."
Priya opened her mouth, taking the swollen head of Bruce’s cock between her lips. She tasted Camille, Lena, Ketut – a musky, salty blend of their arousal and Bruce’s essence. She sucked, swirling her tongue around the ridge. Bruce groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair. Jasmine’s hands left Priya’s breasts, sliding down her belly, fingers delving into Priya’s wet curls. Two fingers plunged deep into Priya’s cunt, fucking her in rhythm with her sucking. "That’s it," Jasmine purred, her fingers curling, finding Priya’s G-spot. "Suck him deep. Take that thick cock down your throat."
Priya gagged slightly as Bruce pushed deeper, his cockhead nudging the back of her throat. Jasmine’s fingers pistoned inside her, rubbing her clit with her thumb. Bruce began fucking Priya’s face, holding her head still as he thrust his hips, driving his cock deep into her mouth and throat. Priya choked, tears springing to her eyes, but arousal warred with the discomfort. Jasmine’s fingers worked magic inside her. "Feel me fucking you while you suck him," Jasmine hissed. "You’re ours now. All of us." Bruce’s thrusts became harder, faster, his balls slapping against Priya’s chin. Jasmine felt Priya’s inner walls begin to flutter wildly. "She’s close, Bruce! Make her choke on it!"
Bruce grunted, pulling almost entirely out before slamming back in, hilting himself in Priya’s throat. Priya gagged violently, her body convulsing as an intense orgasm tore through her, triggered by the brutal face-fucking and Jasmine’s relentless fingers. Bruce held himself deep, feeling her throat convulse around him. "Swallow!" he commanded hoarsely. Priya tried, gulping around his thick shaft as he erupted, hot cum flooding her throat. She swallowed frantically, some spilling from the corners of her mouth. Bruce withdrew slowly, his cock slick with spit and cum. Priya gasped for air, coughing, cum dripping down her chin. Jasmine withdrew her fingers, licking them clean with a satisfied smirk.
Sophia moved with athletic grace. She pulled Priya to stand. "Against the glass," she ordered, her voice firm. Priya stumbled to the vast window overlooking the dense jungle, pressing her palms against the cool surface. Sophia pressed against Priya’s back, her sculpted body hard against Priya’s softness. Sophia’s hands roamed possessively over Priya’s breasts, stomach, hips, then down between her legs. Sophia’s fingers found Priya’s swollen clit, rubbing firm, expert circles. Bruce approached, his cock still hard, glistening. He positioned himself behind Sophia, his hands gripping her powerful hips. He thrust into Sophia’s tight pussy with a deep groan.
Sophia gasped, arching back against Bruce. Her fingers never stopped working Priya’s clit. "Feel him," Sophia moaned into Priya’s ear. "Feel how deep he fucks me. Feel it through me." Each powerful thrust Bruce made into Sophia drove Sophia’s body harder against Priya’s back, and Sophia’s fingers pressed harder against Priya’s clit. Priya moaned, pushing her ass back against Sophia, feeling Bruce’s cock moving inside Sophia just inches away. Sophia’s other hand slid down, two fingers plunging into Priya’s dripping cunt. "Take my fingers," Sophia commanded. "Take them deep while Bruce fucks me."
Priya cried out as Sophia’s fingers filled her, curling expertly. Bruce fucked Sophia with hard, deep strokes, his hands roaming over her toned ass and back. Sophia matched his rhythm with her fingers inside Priya, fucking her in perfect sync. "Feel us," Sophia panted. "Feel your husbands claiming you." The dual penetration, the