The Velvet Night

Chapter 2: The returj

The Uber dropped them at the curb of Jade's complex, the night air thick and humid. Mariana checked her phone again. The text from Jade had come an hour ago: *Not feeling well. Heading home. Sorry loves. Door unlocked.* The other friend, whose name Mariana had started to forget in the blur of the evening, frowned. "You think she's okay? She seemed fine earlier. That outfit, Jesus."

"Yeah. She seemed fine." Mariana's voice was flat. She didn't know what she felt. Relieved, maybe. The rooftop bar had been a blur of Jade's effortless magnetism, the way men looked at that deep V, the way she laughed and touched arms. But now, walking up the concrete stairs to the second floor, a low sound crept out from behind Jade's door. A wet, rhythmic gagging. *GAAGG. GAALKK. GAALKK.*

The other friend stopped. "What the hell—"

Mariana's hand found the knob. She pushed.

The smell hit first. Salt and something metallic, thick and cloying. The light from the hallway spilled across a disaster. The walls were streaked white, ropes and spatters of cum drying in long drips. The carpet squelched under her boot. Puddles of it, some pooling in shallow depressions. A lamp lay overturned, its shade bent. It was as if a war had been fought with semen and the room had lost.

And there, in the center of it all, Jade.

She was naked, her tanned body slick with sweat and worse, her muscles tensed and glistening. Her large breasts swayed as she moved, her head bobbing up and down on a man's cock. He was tall, athletic, with a runner's build, leaning against the cum-smeared wall, his legs shaking. His hand was tangled in Jade's straight brown hair, pulling her deeper with each thrust. His eyes were half-closed, his mouth open, a weak, repeated moan escaping him: "Ooh... ooooh..."

Jade's throat bulged as she took him to the base. *GAALLKK.* She held it, her nose pressed into his pelvis, then pulled back with a wet gasp, drool and pre-cum stringing from her lips. She didn't stop. She didn't look at her friends. Her huge eyes were locked upward, focused on his face, on his pleasure. *MMMHMMMM.* She moaned around him, a sound of pure, animal satisfaction.

The other friend whispered, "Oh my God."

Mariana stood frozen, her hand still on the doorknob. She watched as Jade's jaw worked, her tongue swirling, her pace quickening. The man's breathing hitched. "I'm— I'm gonna—"

Jade's response was to double down. Her hands gripped his hips, her fingers digging into his skin. She took him deeper, faster, her throat convulsing around him. *GAAGG. GAALKK. GAALKK.* Her gag was a sound of pure devotion, a rhythm she refused to break.

The man cried out, a broken sound, and his body shuddered. Jade's throat pulsed as she swallowed,

*GULP. GULP. GULP.* Her throat worked in long, slow swallows, her fingers still clamped on his hips, her lips sealed around the base. She held there for an endless moment, her body trembling with the effort of keeping him buried. Then, with a slick, obscene *POP*, she pulled off.

The sound echoed in the small room.

She didn't wipe her mouth. Instead, she let the tip of his cock rest on her lower lip, then dragged it across her tongue, tapping it twice. *Tap. Tap.* A bead of his cum slid down her chin. She caught it with her finger and sucked it clean, her eyes never leaving his.

Then she lowered his dick to her chest. She dragged it across her slick, sweaty skin, painting a wet stripe over her left breast. She tapped it against her nipple, letting the head smear pre-cum and leftover spend across the dark peak. More strings of it dripped onto her cleavage.

"Yes baby," she said, her voice a high-pitched, unrecognizable purr, a cooing, syrupy sound Mariana had never heard from her. "You like those boobs?"

The man's head lolled against the wall. "Oohhh fuckkking tittiesss..." His words slurred, his legs threatening to buckle.

Jade smiled, a slow, wicked curl of her lips. Her fingers wrapped around his softening shaft, stroking it back to attention. "Yess babyyyyyy," she cooed, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "You want to cum more for me?"

He could only groan.

She tapped the head of his cock against her left breast once more, a soft wet *slap* as the tip met her nipple. Her breast jiggled, the heavy weight of it shifting with the impact. The man's eyes tracked the movement, his mouth hanging open.

"Fuckkk tittiess so goood," he slurred, his head thunking back against the cum-streaked wall with a wet thud. Jade's voice dropped into a register that was pure honey and razors, a cooing, syrupy purr that Mariana had never heard from her, deeper than her usual girlish pitch yet still hauntingly melodic. "Yess babyy, you like those? You like my big titties, baby? They're all yours tonight," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear as she tapped the dick against her boobs, the slick head leaving a sticky trail across her sweat-sheened skin.

TAP TAP TAP her boobs jiggled with each deliberate tap, the sound echoing in the small apartment as her friends stared in disbelief.

Jade's eyes locked onto his. They were dark, hungry, and utterly indifferent to the two women standing in the doorway. She lowered her mouth again.

*GAAGG. GAALKK. GAALKK.*

The sound was different now, deeper, more practiced. Her throat opened for him like a second home. Her hands slid up his thighs, gripping his ass, pulling him deeper. She took him to the base again, her nose crushed against his pelvis, her throat bulging obscenely. She held it, her eyes rolling back, a long, low *MMMHMMMM* vibrating through her entire body.

The man's head lolled. "Ohhhh ffffuuuuck..."

She pulled back, gasping, a string of saliva stretching from her lips to his cock. She didn't wipe it. She dove again.

*GAALK. GAALK. GAALK.*

The rhythm was relentless. A wet, slapping pulse that filled the room. Mariana watched as Jade's head bobbed, her hair swinging, her breasts swaying beneath her. The other friend had backed against the door frame, her hand over her mouth. The smell was overwhelming now, the heat of the room pressing against Mariana's skin.

Minutes passed. Five. Ten. Jade did not stop. She gagged, she swallowed, she moaned around him. Her grip on his hips never loosened. Her pace never slowed.

The man came again, a weak cry, and Jade's throat worked to catch every drop. *GULP. GULP.*

She did not pull off.

She kept going.

*GAALK. GAALK. GAALK.* Twenty minutes. Her jaw glistened with spit and cum. Her body trembled with exhaustion, but her focus never broke. She was a machine. She was worship.

Her jaw kept moving, a piston of muscle and spit and devotion, and the sound never stopped. GAAGG. GAALKK. GAALKK. The wet rhythm filled the small apartment, bouncing off the cum-slicked walls, mixing with the man's helpless, keening moans. MMMHMMMM. Jade vibrated around him, her throat flexing, her eyes rolled back. She had been at it for twenty minutes. Twenty minutes of base-to-tip, of her nose buried in his pelvis, of her tongue swirling and her cheeks hollowing.

Mariana's gaze drifted past them, searching for anchor. Her eyes found it on the floor near the bathroom door.

The romper. The black velvet romper.

It lay crumpled in a heap, wrenched and twisted, the deep V neckline torn open at the seam. The fabric was soaked, glistening with wet ropes of cum that still dripped from the velvet, pooling beneath it in a small slick lake. The delicate bow at the waist had been ripped clean off, reduced to a frayed thread dangling from the shredded waistband. One sleeve was half-pulled inside out, as if it had been yanked off with violence. The material was ruined, destroyed, a garment that had cost Jade a small fortune now reduced to a cum-soaked rag on the floor.

The other friend made a sound, a strangled whimper.

Mariana didn't look at her. She couldn't look away from Jade.

Jade's body was a study in total surrender. Her tanned skin was slicked with a sheen of sweat that caught the dim light, her muscular thighs trembling with the effort of her kneeling position. Her large breasts swung heavily with each bob of her head, the nipples dark and pebbled, smeared with streaks of dried cum that had painted a pattern across her chest. Her straight brown hair was ruined, matted and tangled, strands stuck to her cheeks and forehead. Her full lips were swollen, bruised-looking, glistening.

And her eyes. Her eyes were the worst. They were open, focused, locked on his face with a devotion that was terrifying. She looked worshipful. She looked hungry. She looked like she would crawl inside his skin if she could.

The man's legs gave another shake. His hand tightened in her hair, pulling the strands taut. His head fell forward, his mouth open, his breath coming in ragged, shuddering gasps.

"Ohhh," he moaned, a thin, reedy sound. "Ohhh, baby, I'm gonna. I'm gonna nut. I'm gonna nut so hard. Ohhh fuck. Ohhhh. Ohhhh NUTTINGGGG."

The roar tore from his throat, a raw, animal cry that seemed too loud for the small room. His hips bucked forward, driving deep, and his body convulsed against the wall. His hand yanked Jade's hair, forcing her nose flush against his pelvis, grinding her face into him.

Jade's throat convulsed. GAALK. GAALK. GAALK. She swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed again, her body shuddering with the effort. The man's legs buckled. He slid halfway down the wall, his knees bending, and Jade followed him down, her mouth never leaving him, her throat working in long, rhythmic pulses. GULP. GULP.

The last of his cry faded into a wet, shuddering gasp. His body hung limp against the wall, but Jade's mouth stayed sealed around him. Her throat pulsed once, twice, three times, milking him dry. Then her lips curved into a smile around his shaft, her tongue lapping at the head as she finally pulled off with a slick, wet pop.

The man's head lolled forward. "Fuckkk... oohhh... soo goood," he slurred, his voice barely a whisper.

Jade's eyes never left his. She lowered her head again, opening wide, and took him back to the base in one smooth, practiced motion. Her nose pressed into his pelvis. Her throat bulged. And then she held.

"MMMMHMMMMMMMMMMMMMM." The sound vibrated through his shaft, through her throat, a deep, resonant hum that seemed to come from somewhere primal. Her jaw didn't move. She simply stayed there, her lips locked at the base, her throat working in slow, rhythmic swallows.

"Fuxkkk... oohhh... fuckkkk," he moaned weakly, his head thudding against the wall.

Jade's eyes were wide, dark, glued to his face. Her hands slid up his thighs to grip his hips, steadying him as his legs trembled. She didn't move. She didn't need to. Her throat was a living thing, contracting around him in slow, deliberate pulses, coaxing more from him.

The other friend backed through the doorway, her hand clamped over her mouth. She was gone, the door left slightly ajar, the sound of her footsteps a distant echo in the hallway. Mariana remained. She stood in the doorway, eyes wide, watching as the minutes dragged on.

Ten minutes. Jade's position had not changed. Her knees ached against the cum-soaked carpet. Her hair hung in matted strands around her face. Her throat kept working, a steady, rhythmic pulse that drew a weak, guttural moan from the man's lips.

"Ooohhh... oohhh..." He was barely conscious now, his eyes half-lidded, his fingers loose in her hair.

Fifteen minutes. Mariana shifted her weight. The squelch of her boot on the wet carpet drew Jade's gaze, just for a split second. Their eyes met. Jade's expression was serene, almost peaceful, her lips full around his shaft. She blinked, slowly, and turned her attention back to the man.

"Fffffuckk," he moaned, his hips twitching. His cock pulsed against Jade's tongue, and she swallowed, her throat rippling around him.

Twenty minutes. The man's body shuddered. A fresh flood filled her mouth, and she drank it down without breaking the seal. Her eyes rolled back for just a moment, then found his again. She hummed.

"MMMMHMMMMMMMMMMMMMM." Another pulse. Another swallow.

Twenty-five. His legs gave out completely. He slid down the wall, his back scraping against the cum-streaked paint, and Jade followed him, her mouth anchored to him, her body folding into a crouch as he crumpled to the floor. She adjusted, her lips never breaking contact, settling onto her knees over him.

"Oohhhh..." He was barely breathing now, his chest rising and falling in shallow gasps.

Her throat worked. GAALK. GAALK. GAALK. She kept swallowing, kept milking him, kept her eyes on his.

Thirty minutes. His hand fell from her hair, thumping onto the wet carpet. His head lolled to the side, his mouth slack, his body utterly spent. And still she stayed, her lips locked at the base, her throat pulsing around him.

His body was limp beneath her, spread eagle on the cum-soaked carpet, his arms thrown wide, his legs splayed. His chest rose and fell in shallow gasps, his eyes closed, his mouth slack. He looked like a man who had been drained completely, a shell of himself. But Jade was not done.

She pulled off with a wet gasp, a string of saliva and cum connecting her lips to his softening cock. She looked at him, her eyes dark and hungry, and then she crawled up his body. Her knees pressed into the carpet on either side of his hips. Her slick thighs straddled his. She leaned down, her heavy breasts brushing against his chest, leaving wet trails on his skin.

"Not done yet, baby," she cooed, her voice high and sweet. "We're just getting started."

His eyes fluttered open, unfocused. "Fuckk so goood”

He groaned, his head lolling.

Jade lowered herself, her mouth finding him again. She took him slowly at first, teasing, her tongue swirling around the head. Then she opened wide and took him to the base in one smooth motion. Her nose pressed into his pelvis. Her throat bulged.

GAALK.

She pulled back, gasping, and dove again.

GAALK. GAALK. GAALK.

The rhythm built, faster and harder. Her head bobbed, her hair swinging, her breasts swaying heavily beneath her. Her hands gripped his thighs, pinning him to the floor. She gagged, a deep, wet sound that vibrated through his shaft. MMMHMMMM. Her throat convulsed around him.

His hands found her hair, fisting in the tangled strands, pulling her deeper. "Ohhh, fuckk... ohhh... ohhh..." His hips bucked weakly, trying to meet her rhythm.

She took him to the base and held. Her throat pulsed, once, twice, three times. She stayed there, her nose crushed against his pelvis, her eyes rolled back, suffocating herself on him.

GAALK.

She pulled off, gasping, spit and cum stringing from her lips. She didn't wipe it. She dove again.

GAALK. GAALK. GAALK.

Mariana watched from the doorway. The other friend was long gone, her footsteps faded into the night. But Mariana couldn't move. She stood frozen, her hand on the doorframe, watching as Jade's head bobbed up and down, as her throat worked, as her body trembled with exhaustion and hunger.

Jade's pace quickened. Her gagging became a rhythm, base to tip, base to tip, a piston of muscle and spit. The sound filled the room. GAALK. GAALK. GAALK. Her jaw glistened. Her eyes were locked on his face, on his pleasure, on the way his mouth hung open and his fingers tightened in her hair.

"Ohhh, baby... ohhh, fuckkk..." His voice cracked. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum again..."

Jade pulled off for a split second. "Cum for me, baby," she purred, her voice a wet rasp. "Cum in my throat. Give me everything."

She took him back to the base. Her nose pressed into his pelvis. Her throat bulged. And she held.

GAALK.

His body arched off the floor. A raw, animal cry tore from his throat. His hips bucked, driving deep, and Jade's throat convulsed around him, swallowing, swallowing, swallowing. GULP. GULP. GULP. His release flooded her mouth and she drank it down, her throat rippling, her fingers digging into his thighs.

The last of his cry faded into a wet gasp. His body went slack, his head falling back, his arms splayed. He was done. Utterly spent.

And still she stayed. Her lips locked at the base, her throat pulsing in slow, rhythmic swallows. She milked him dry, every last drop, her eyes rolled back in bliss. Then, slowly, she pulled off with a wet pop.

She sat up, her body slick with sweat, her breasts heaving. A strand of cum stretched from her lips to the head of his cock. She caught it with her tongue, licking it away. She smiled, a slow, wicked curl of her lips.

"So good," she whispered. She tapped his softening dick against her nipple, once, twice, three times. TAP. TAP. TAP. "You did so good."

Jade's eyes gleamed. She lowered her head again, opening wide, and took him in one smooth motion. Base to tip. GAALK.

Mariana finally found her voice. "Jade."

Jade didn't look up. Her throat bulged. GAALK.

"Jade." Mariana's voice was rough, almost pleading.

Jade did not respond, as if the dick was more important” She dove again, gagging, swallowing, her jaw working a relentless rhythm. GAALK. GAALK. GAALK.

“Soooo gooooddd” the guy moaned again

MMHMMMMMM Jade responded

The sound of Jade's gagging filled the room. She watched as Jade's throat worked, as her body bent to the task with a devotion that was almost religious.

GAALK. GAALK. GAALK.

Mariana's words died in her throat. Jade's head was a blur of motion, her jaw working with mechanical precision, her throat rippling with each deep swallow. GAALK. GAALK. GAALK. The man beneath her was barely conscious, his chest heaving, his mouth slack, his fingers loose in her tangled hair. He made a weak sound, a thin, reedy whimper that seemed to come from somewhere far away.

Jade's throat pulsed once, twice, three times, a long series of slow, rhythmic swallows that seemed to draw something deep from him. His body shuddered. A trembling hand found the carpet, fingers splaying, gripping at the soaked fibers. And then he went limp, utterly still, his chest rising in shallow, ragged breaths.

She held him in her mouth for a long moment, her throat working in one final, deliberate swallow. Then she pulled off with a wet gasp, a thick string of saliva and cum connecting her lips to the softening head. It stretched, snapped, and she caught it with her tongue.

The man's eyes were closed. His breathing was slow, deep, the breathing of someone who had been entirely consumed.

Jade looked at him, her expression unreadable. Then she shifted.

She crawled down his body, her knees pressing into the wet carpet on either side of his thighs. Her hands found his hips, steadying herself, and she lowered her head between his legs. Her lips brushed against his balls, soft, almost tender. And then she opened her mouth and took them.

Her tongue flattened against the wrinkled skin, lapping in long, slow strokes. She sucked one into her mouth, then the other, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. Her hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking slowly, a loose, teasing grip that coaxed a weak groan from his lips.

"Ooohhh..." His head lolled. "Ooohhh, baby..."

Jade's eyes were closed now, her face buried between his thighs. Her tongue worked in slow, circular motions, tracing the seam of his sac, pressing against the tender skin. She sucked, hard, and a shiver ran through his body. Her hand moved faster, a steady, practiced rhythm, her thumb brushing the sensitive underside of his shaft.

MMMHMMMM. The sound vibrated through her, through her lips, through the delicate skin of his balls. He gasped, his hips twitching.

"Fuckk... yes... oohhh..."

She knew. She could feel it, the subtle shift in his breathing, the tremor in his thighs, the way his cock pulsed against her palm. She moaned, loud and clear, a sound of shared pleasure as if his ecstasy was hers too. Her hand stroked, long and slow, from base to tip, her thumb circling the head, spreading the slick moisture gathering there.

GAALK. No, not a gag. A moan. A deep, resonant hum that vibrated through his balls, through his skin, through the very marrow of his bones. She sucked, hard, drawing another weak cry from his lips. Her fingers danced along his shaft, teasing, tormenting, coaxing every last sensation from him.

"Ooohhh... baby... I'm... I'm gonna..."

She felt it. The swelling, the pulsing, the way his cock jumped in her hand. She knew before he did. She moaned around his balls, a loud, hungry sound that seemed to pull the orgasm from him, to demand it.

And then it came.

His body arched off the carpet, a raw, animal cry tearing from his throat. His cock erupted, a thick rope of cum arcing across the room, splattering against the far wall with a wet slap. Another blasted across the lamp, coating the shade. Another arced high, landing on the small shelf where Jade kept her jewelry, dripping down the gold chains and tangled bracelets.

His body convulsed, again and again, each spurt weaker than the last but still flying, covering the room. A stream hit the corner where Mariana and the other friend had left their suitcases, splattering across the dark fabric, sliding down the zippers and pooling on the floor beneath them.

Mariana's breath caught. Her suitcase. Her clothes. The other friend's bag, the one with the sticker of a sunflower on the side, now streaked white.

But Jade did not stop. She kept sucking, kept swallowing, kept her mouth sealed around his balls, her throat working as if she could drink the orgasm itself. His hand found her hair, fisting in the tangled strands, gripping, pulling, but she did not flinch. She moaned, loud and deep, a sound of pure satisfaction, as if she could feel every drop leaving him, as if his pleasure was her own.

MMMHMMMM. The vibration of her moan seemed to milk the last of him. His cock twitched, a final weak spurt arcing across the floor, landing inches from Mariana's feet. She felt the heat of it, a warm spray that dotted her boots.

The man's body went slack, his head falling back, his chest heaving. His fingers loosened in her hair, falling to the carpet with a wet thud. He was done. Completely, utterly, devastatingly done.

Jade finally pulled her mouth away. Her lips were swollen, glistening, her chin streaked. She looked at his cock, now soft and spent, and a slow smile curled across her face. She tapped it against her nipple, once, twice, three times. TAP. TAP. TAP. The last bead of his cum smeared across the dark peak.

Her eyes found Mariana's. They were dark, satisfied, utterly unconcerned. A flicker of something passed through them, recognition, acknowledgment, but no shame. No embarrassment. Just a quiet, almost amused calm.

"Did you need something?" Jade asked, her voice the same high, girlish pitch as always, bright and innocent. She tilted her head, a strand of matted hair falling across her cheek. "I'm a little busy right now."

Mariana opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She stood there, hand still on the doorframe, the heat of the room pressing against her skin. Jade's gaze held hers for another heartbeat, then slid away, dismissive, as if Mariana were a coat rack, a lamp, a piece of furniture.

Jade turned back to the man on the floor. His chest still heaved, his eyes half-lidded, a sheen of sweat coating his athletic frame. His cock lay soft against his thigh, glistening with spit and cum.

Jade reached down and wrapped her fingers around it, stroking slowly, coaxing. The man groaned, a weak, reedy sound, but his hips twitched, responding to her touch. She brought the head up to her chest, pressing it against the soft underside of her left breast. She dragged it across, the slick head leaving a wet trail over her tan skin, painting a stripe up toward her nipple.

TAP. TAP. TAP.

Her breast jiggled with each deliberate tap, the heavy weight of it shifting. The man's eyes tracked the movement, his mouth hanging open. A bead of pre-cum welled at the tip, and she caught it with her nipple, smearing it across the dark peak.

"Ooohhh," he breathed. "So good."

She smiled, slow and wicked. She brought the head up, past her collarbone, past her chin, and pressed it against her lips. She dragged it across her tongue, slow, deliberate, the tip leaving a slick stripe over the pink muscle. She let it rest there, her tongue curling around it, tasting him.

TAP. TAP. TAP.

She tapped it against her tongue, three quick, playful taps, like a drummer testing a snare. Her eyes never left his.

"You want more pussy, baby?" she asked, her voice high and sweet, a silky, syrupy drawl that dripped like honey. "You want me to ride you till you can't see straight?"

The man's eyes rolled back. "Yes... yes, baby... please..."

Jade's smile widened. She released his cock, letting it fall against his thigh, and she rose. Her knees pressed into the carpet on either side of his hips. She hovered over him, her slick thighs gleaming, her body a silhouette against the dim light. She reached down, guiding him to her, positioning the head at her entrance.

Then she lowered herself.

A long, slow groan escaped her lips, a sound of pure, animal pleasure. Her eyes rolled back, her head tilting. She took him inch by inch, her walls stretching around him, her body welcoming him home. The man beneath her gasped, his hands flying to her hips, his fingers digging into her skin.

"Ohhhh fffuuuuck," he moaned, his head thrashing.

Jade's eyes found Mariana's. She was still standing in the doorway, her hand frozen on the frame, her face pale. Jade looked at her, and for a moment, something flickered in her gaze. Recognition. Acknowledgment. But no shame.

She began to move.

Her hips hovered for a breath, a heartbeat of stillness where the only sound was the man's ragged panting and the distant hum of the city outside. Then Jade slammed herself down.

The sound was obscene, a wet, percussive slap that echoed off the cum-streaked walls. Her thighs slapped against his hips, her ass bouncing with the impact. The man's back arched off the carpet, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as she took him to the hilt in one brutal, devastating motion.

"OHHHH FUCKKK," he howled, his hands flying to her hips, his fingers digging into her skin hard enough to leave bruises.

Jade didn't slow. She rose up, almost entirely off him, his slick cock glistening as it emerged from her body, then she slammed down again. And again. And again. Each impact drove a wet slap through the room, each one harder than the last. Her head fell back, her matted hair whipping across her shoulders. Her mouth hung open, a stream of high, keening moans spilling from her lips, a sound that was pure, unfiltered pleasure.

"MMMHMMM YESSS," she cried, her voice pitched high and desperate, a raw edge beneath the girlish sweetness. "YESSS BABY, FUCKK ME, FILL ME UP."

His hands found her breasts, squeezing, kneading the heavy weight of them, his thumbs brushing over the slick, cum-smeared nipples. She rode him harder, her hips pistoning, her thighs burning with the effort. The man beneath her was helpless, his body thrashing, his head whipping side to side, his mouth a silent scream of ecstasy.

Mariana watched from the doorway. The other friend was long gone, the sound of her footsteps swallowed by the night. But Mariana couldn't move. She was frozen, her hand still gripping the doorframe, her eyes locked on the blur of motion in the center of the room. Jade was a force, a raw, elemental power that Mariana had never seen, never imagined. The rumors, the whispers, the legends of the summer house, they all paled before this. This was not a story. This was not a rumor. This was Jade, naked and savage, riding a man into oblivion on a cum-soaked carpet.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," the man gasped, his eyes rolling back. His body began to shake, a violent tremor that started in his thighs and spread through his entire frame. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

"Cum inside me," Jade commanded, her voice a ragged, desperate plea. "Cum deep inside me, baby. I want to feel it."

She slammed down one final time and her body locked. Her thighs clenched, her back arched, and she held him buried to the hilt. His body convulsed beneath her, a raw, animal roar tearing from his throat as he erupted inside her, his release flooding her, filling her, spilling out around him, drenching the carpet beneath them both. She milked him with every muscle, her body gripping him, squeezing, drawing out every last drop until he collapsed, limp and shuddering, a broken man beneath her.

Jade stayed there for a long moment, her body trembling around him, her breathing ragged. Then she leaned forward, her sweat-slicked chest pressing against his, her lips brushing his ear.

Jade's lips brushed his ear, her voice a breathless, honeyed whisper. "That's my good boy."

She pushed herself up, her thighs trembling, a mixture of sweat and his release glistening on her skin. The man beneath her was a wreck, his chest heaving, his eyes half-lidded, his body utterly spent. But Jade was not finished. She rose, her knees squelching on the soaked carpet, and she turned.

Her eyes roamed the ruined room, past the cum-dripping walls, past the overturned lamp, past the heap of her destroyed romper. She found the bed. The queen frame was tilted at a broken angle, one corner of the frame collapsed onto the floor, the slats beneath snapped and splintered. The mattress lay askew, a ruin of stained fabric and torn sheets, the cream-colored material dark with wet patches. The memory of Mariana sitting on it, the loud, piercing creak, seemed impossibly distant now.

Jade walked toward it, her hips swaying, her body slick and glowing under the dim light. She climbed onto the broken mattress, the frame groaning beneath her weight, a low, tortured sound of stressed wood and metal. She lay back, her hair fanning out across the ruined sheets, her large breasts settling against her chest, her legs parting in a silent invitation.

The man stirred on the floor. He pushed himself up, his arms shaking, his head hanging. He looked at her, at the way she lay there, waiting, and something flickered in his exhausted eyes. A spark of life. A second wind. He crawled toward her, his knees scraping across the wet carpet, his hands leaving trails in the mess.

He climbed onto the mattress beside her, the frame groaning again, tilting dangerously. Jade reached up and pulled him down, her legs wrapping around his waist, her hands finding his neck. She guided him to her, aligning him with her slick, ready entrance.

"Fuck me, baby," she whispered, her voice high and sweet. "Fuck me"

He drove into her.

The sound was wet and loud, a deep, percussive slap that shook the broken frame. The mattress sagged beneath them, the springs groaning in protest. Jade's back arched, her head thrown back, a long, high moan tearing from her throat. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, the heavy weight of them rocking with the rhythm, the nipples dark and slick.

The man found his rhythm quickly, his hips slamming into her, his body driving her deep into the sagging mattress. He was an athlete, a runner, with muscles that had been pushed to their limits, and now he pushed against her with the same intensity. Jade's legs wrapped tighter around him, her heels digging into his lower back, pulling him deeper with each stroke.

"Yes, yes, yes," she cried, her voice pitched high and desperate. "Ohhh God, yes, fuck me, fuck me."

The bed frame groaned beneath them, a constant, tortured sound. The mattress shifted, sliding across the floor with each impact. The headboard banged against the wall, a steady, rhythmic pounding that mixed with the wet slap of their bodies and the man's hoarse, breathless moans.

"Ohhh fuxxkkk, ohhh fuxxkkk," he chanted, his head bowed, his shoulders heaving. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her chest, mixing with the cum already smeared across her skin.

Mariana still stood in the doorway. She had not moved. Her hand was still frozen on the frame. She watched as Jade's body was slammed into the mattress, the motion violent and relentless. She watched as Jade's breasts bounced, as her muscular thighs quivered, as her face contorted in a mask of pure, unfiltered pleasure. She watched as the man's pacing quickened, as his grunts grew louder, as the bed frame began to rock dangerously.

Jade's hands found the man's ass, gripping, pulling him deeper. Her nails dug into his skin, leaving red crescents on his thighs. She pulled her knees up, planting her feet on the mattress, and began to meet his thrusts, her hips rising to slam against his with a force that shook the room.

"YESSS," she screamed, her voice breaking. "YESSS BABY, DON'T STOP, DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE STOP."

The man's rhythm became erratic, his thrusts shorter, faster. His breath came in ragged gasps. He was close, his body trembling, his muscles locking. But Jade was relentless. She grabbed his face, forcing him to look at her, her dark eyes blazing.

"Cum for me," she commanded, her voice a low, guttural growl. "Cum for me, baby."

But he didn't. He gritted his teeth, a shuddering groan escaping his lips, and he kept going. He slammed into her with renewed vengeance, as if her words had lit a fire in him. The mattress slid further, the frame tilting on its broken corner. The headboard banged harder, a frantic, desperate rhythm. Jade's moans dissolved into incoherent cries, a stream of high, keening sounds that filled the room.

Thirty minutes. Mariana knew because she had been counting the seconds, the minutes, watching the dim light from the hallway cast shifting shadows across the rupture of the room. The man's hips were a blur of motion now, his chest heaving, sweat pouring down his face. Jade was a writhing mess beneath him, her body glistening, her hair a tangled web across the soiled pillowcase.

Then he pulled out.

His cock emerged from her with a wet, obscene sound, slick and glistening. Jade's eyes snapped open, a cry of protest on her lips, but the man's hand was already wrapped around his shaft, stroking fast, his hips twitching.

Cum blasted across her chest in a thick, white rope. It hit her left breast, splattering across the slick skin, dripping down the curve of it. Another rope arced across her stomach, pooling in her navel. Another hit her chin, smearing across her lips. Another painted a line across her cheek.

"Yesssss," Jade cried, her voice a raw, ecstatic scream, her body arching off the mattress. "Yesssss cummm babyyyyy nuttt on me, OOHHHH NUTTT ON ME."

His body convulsed, his hand still stroking, milking the last thick drops onto her tits, her face, her stomach. He collapsed beside her, his chest heaving, his eyes closed, utterly spent.

Jade lay there, painted white and gold, her body trembling. She reached up and wiped a smear of cum from her cheek with two fingers, then sucked them clean, her eyes half-closed in bliss.

Mariana exhaled. She didn't know she had been holding her breath. Her legs felt weak, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked at the scene on the bed, at Jade covered in the man's release, at the ruined mattress, at the broken frame.

And she still could not move.

A long, slow minute passed. The only sound in the room was the man's ragged breathing and the distant hum of the city outside. Jade lay on the ruined mattress, painted in his release, her chest rising and falling in slow, satisfied waves. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips parted, a soft smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

Then she stirred.

She pushed herself up on her elbows, her matted hair falling across her shoulders. She looked down at the man beside her, at his limp, glistening cock resting against his thigh. Something flickered in her dark eyes, a hunger that had not been sated, a need that went beyond exhaustion.

She crawled down his body. Her knees pressed into the sagging mattress, her slick thighs brushing against his. She positioned herself between his legs, her face hovering just above his softening shaft. Her breath ghosted across the sensitive skin, and the man shivered, a weak groan escaping his lips.

"Ooohhh... baby... I can't..."

Jade didn't answer. She opened her mouth and took him in.

The man's back arched off the mattress, a strangled gasp tearing from his throat. Jade's lips stretched around him, her tongue flattening against the underside of his shaft, her throat opening to receive him. She took him slowly at first, inch by inch, her eyes closed, her face a mask of serene concentration. She sank down until her nose pressed into his pelvis, until her throat bulged around the base of him, and she held.

GAALK.

The sound was wet, deep, a muffled gag that vibrated through his entire body. She pulled back, gasping, a thick string of saliva connecting her lips to the head of his cock. Then she dove again.

GAALKK. GAALKK.

Her jaw worked, her throat convulsing around him. The man's hands found her hair, fisting in the tangled strands, his hips twitching weakly. He was soft, barely hard, but she didn't care. She worked him with her tongue, her lips, her throat, coaxing him back to life with a relentless, devoted rhythm.

GAALKK. GAALKK. GAALKK.

The sound filled the room again, bouncing off the cum-streaked walls. His cock swelled against her tongue, stiffening despite his exhaustion. A low moan escaped his lips, a sound of disbelief and pleasure. "Fuck... how... how are you..."

MMMHMMMM. Jade vibrated around him, a deep, resonant hum that seemed to pull the very life from his bones. Her throat pulsed, swallowing around him, milking him. Her hands gripped his hips, pulling him deeper, her nose crushed against his pelvis. She held there, suffocating herself on him, her eyes rolling back in bliss.

GAALKK.

She pulled off with a wet gasp, spit and pre-cum stringing from her lips. She didn't wipe it. She dove again, faster now, harder. Her head bobbed, her hair swinging, her breasts swaying heavily beneath her. The mattress groaned beneath them, the broken frame tilting dangerously.

The man's head thrashed side to side. "Ohhh... ohhh fuck... I can't... I already... I don't have anything left..."

Jade didn't stop. She took him to the base and held, her throat working in long, rhythmic pulses. She swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed again, drawing something from him that he didn't know he had. His body convulsed, a weak, strangled cry tearing from his throat.

GAALKK. GAALKK. GAALKK.

She gagged. She swallowed. She moaned. She was a machine, a piston of muscle and spit and pure, unrelenting devotion. Her eyes were open now, locked on his face, watching the way his mouth hung slack, the way his eyes rolled back, the way his chest heaved with the effort of staying conscious.

"Ooohhhh," he moaned, a thin, reedy sound. "Oohhhh, baby, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

She felt the swelling, the pulsing against her tongue, the way his cock thickened in her throat. He was close, so close, and she knew it before he did. She gagged, deep and wet, her throat convulsing around him. GAALKK. GAALKK. GAALKK. Each one a prayer, a demand, a promise.

"I'm gonna... ohhh fuck, I'm gonna..." he gasped, his hands fisting in her hair, his hips bucking weakly.

Jade pulled off.

The sound was a wet, desperate gasp, his cock emerging from her throat with a slick pop. He was suspended above her, glistening with her saliva, the head swollen and dark. For a heartbeat, he hung there, his body trembling, his eyes wide and unfocused, and then he erupted.

The first rope of cum blasted across her left breast, a thick, hot stripe that painted a line from her collarbone to her nipple. The second arced across her right breast, splattering across the curve of it, dripping down into the valley between. The third hit her stomach, pooling in the hollow of her navel. The fourth painted her chin, smearing across her lips.

"Yes, yes, yes, nut on me, baby, nut on my tits," Jade cried, her voice a raw, ecstatic scream. She arched her back, pushing her breasts up into the rain, her hands cupping them, squeezing, spreading the slick mess across her skin. The man's body convulsed, his hand still stroking, milking the last thick drops onto her chest, painting her in a thick, glistening coat of white.

Jade's head tipped back. Her eyes closed. Her lips parted, catching a stray drop that dripped from her chin. She ran her fingers through the mess on her breasts, scooping a thick smear onto her fingertips, and brought them to her mouth. She sucked them clean, her eyes half-lidded, a shiver of pleasure running through her body.

He was still trembling, his head lolled back, his chest heaving. His cock was softening again, slick with her saliva and his release, drooping against his thigh. But Jade was not done. She looked at him, at the way he was barely conscious, at the way his body hung limp and spent, and something flickered in her dark eyes. A hunger. A need.

She dove.

Her mouth found him again, swallowing him to the base in one smooth, practiced motion. Her throat bulged. Her nose pressed into his pelvis. And she held.

GAALK.

The sound was wet, deep, a muffled gag that vibrated through his body. He gasped, a weak, strangled sound, his hands flying to her hair. "Ohhh... ohhh no... baby, I can't... I'm empty..."

MMMHMMMM. She hummed around him, a long, resonant note that pulsed through his shaft, through his thighs, through the very marrow of his bones. His body shuddered. His head thrashed side to side. "Ohhhh... ohhhh ffffuuuckkk..."

MMMHMMMMM. She vibrated louder, deeper, her throat contracting around him in slow, rhythmic pulses, coaxing, demanding, drawing something from him that he didn't know he had left. His toes curled. His fingers dug into her scalp. "Oohhhh... oohhhh Goddd..."

MMMHMMMMMM. She pulled back, gasping, a thick string of saliva connecting her lips to the head of his cock. Then she dove again. GAALKK. GAALKK. GAALKK. A relentless rhythm, base to tip, base to tip, her jaw working like a piston, her throat convulsing with each deep swallow.

"Fffffuuckkkk," he moaned, his voice cracking. "Ssssooo... ssssooo gooood..."

MMMHMMMM. She answered him, her moan vibrating through his shaft, a sound of pure, hungry satisfaction. Her eyes were open now, locked on his face, watching the way his mouth hung slack, the way his eyes rolled back, the way his chest heaved with the effort of staying conscious.

"Ooohhh... I'm... I'm gonna..."

GAALKK. GAALKK. GAALKK. She didn't slow. She gagged, deep and wet, her throat opening for him, her nose buried in his pelvis. She held there, suffocating herself on him, and then she swallowed.

GULP. GULP. GULP.

His body arched off the mattress, a raw, broken cry tearing from his throat. His release flooded her mouth, thick and hot, and she drank it down, her throat rippling, her fingers digging into his thighs. He came and came, and she swallowed every drop, her eyes rolled back in bliss, her body trembling with the force of his orgasm.

GULP. GULP. GULP.

She milked him dry, her throat working in long, deliberate pulses until his body went limp, utterly spent, his chest rising in shallow, ragged breaths. And still she stayed. Her lips locked at the base, her throat contracting around him one final time before she pulled off with a wet, obscene pop.

A thin string of cum connected her lips to the softening head. She caught it with her tongue, licking it away. She looked at him, at the wreck of a man beneath her, and a slow, serene smile curled across her lips.

"So good, baby," she whispered, her voice high and sweet, a purr of pure satisfaction. She tapped his softening cock against her nipple, once, twice, three times. TAP. TAP. TAP. "You did so good for me."

Mariana stood in the doorway. Her hand had fallen from the frame, hanging limp at her side. She had stopped counting the minutes somewhere around the second hour. She watched as Jade lowered her head again, opening wide, taking him back to the base. GAALK. The sound filled the room, wet and hungry and utterly without end.

Mariana understood, with a clarity that cut through the haze of shock, that Jade would not stop. There was no end point. No moment of satiation. The man on the bed was not a lover, not a partner. He was a resource, a well that Jade would pump until it ran dry, and then she would find another. The rumors, the whispers, the legends of the summer house, they had all been true, but they had been inadequate. They had been the pale shadow of this, a dim echo of the reality that was Jade, naked and kneeling, her throat working, her body a monument to a hunger that would never be filled.

GAALKK. GAALKK. GAALKK.

The rhythm continued, relentless, unchanging. Jade's head bobbed, her tangled hair swinging, her cum-painted breasts swaying heavily beneath her. Her throat convulsed. She swallowed. She moaned. MMMHMMMM. The sound vibrated through the room, through the cum-streaked walls, through the ruined mattress, through Mariana's frozen bones.

The man's hand, limp and twitching, found her hair. He stroked it weakly, a gesture of exhausted gratitude. "Ohhh... so good... so so good..."

MMMHMMMM. Jade answered him, humming around his shaft. Her eyes closed. A smile curved her swollen lips.

GAALKK. GAALKK. GAALKK.

GAALKK. GAALKK. GAALKK. The rhythm pulsed like a heartbeat, steady and eternal, the only constant in a room that had become a fever dream of wet sounds and broken moans. Mariana's knees buckled. She caught herself on the doorframe, her fingers scraping against the wood, but her legs had turned to water, her vision swimming at the edges. The heat of the room pressed against her like a physical weight, thick with the smell of sex and sweat and something else, something primal that made her stomach turn.

She tried to speak. Her mouth opened. No sound came out. Jade's head bobbed, her throat bulging, her cum-painted breasts swaying beneath her. The man's hand lay limp in her hair, his fingers loose, his chest barely rising. GAALKK. The sound was wet and deep and it seemed to pull the air from Mariana's lungs.

The world tilted. The ceiling spun, the cum-streaked walls blurring into a smear of white and black. Mariana's grip on the doorframe loosened. She felt herself falling, slow and distant, as if she were watching her own body from far away. The carpet rose to meet her, wet and squelching beneath her cheek. The last thing she saw was Jade's eyes, dark and empty and utterly focused, finding hers for just a heartbeat before sliding away.

Then nothing.

Mariana woke to the sound of a mattress groaning. Not the sharp, piercing creak she remembered from the night before, but a deep, rhythmic groan, a sound of tortured springs and sagging wood that seemed to shake the floor beneath her cheek. She was still on the carpet, her face pressed against the soaked fibers, a crust of dried something flaking against her skin. Pale morning light filtered through the single window, casting long shadows across the ruin of the room.

She pushed herself up on her elbows. Her head throbbed. Her mouth tasted like copper and dust. She blinked, trying to make sense of what she was seeing.

The man was on top of Jade now. He was on his knees between her spread thighs, his hands gripping her hips, his body slamming into her with a rhythm that was slow but relentless, a piston that had been running for hours and had no intention of stopping. Jade lay beneath him, her back arched off the ruined mattress, her head thrown back, her mouth open in a long, silent scream. Her breasts bounced with each impact, heavy and slick, the nipples dark and swollen. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, gripping the sodden fabric.

"Ohhh... ohhh... yes... yes..." she moaned, her voice a wrecked, high-pitched keen. "Don't stop, baby, don't ever stop."

The man grunted, his head bowed, sweat dripping from his brow onto her chest. His athletic frame was gaunt now, hollowed out, the muscles trembling with exhaustion. But he kept going, his hips slamming, the mattress groaning beneath them.

Mariana stared. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious. She didn't know what time it was. She only knew that Jade was still going, that the man was still going, that the hunger she had witnessed in the dark hours of the night had not been sated by dawn.

She must have made a sound. A small, choked gasp. Jade's eyes flicked toward her, a brief, dismissive glance that acknowledged her existence and dismissed it in the same instant. Then she turned her attention back to the man, her legs wrapping tighter around his waist, her heels digging into his lower back.

"Faster," she commanded. "Faster, baby."

The man complied, his rhythm quickening, the wet slap of their bodies growing louder. Mariana watched for a moment longer, then turned her face away, pressing her cheek against the cold laminate floor near the doorway, where the carpet gave way to tile. She stayed there, her eyes closed, trying to block out the sounds, the wet percussion, the groaning mattress, Jade's high, keening moans.

She must have drifted again, because the next thing she knew, the light was brighter, harsher. A low, rhythmic sound filled the room. GAALKK. GAALKK. GAALKK. She opened her eyes. The man was flat on his back now, sprawled across the ruined mattress, his arms thrown wide, his chest barely rising. Jade knelt between his legs, her head bowed over his cock, her throat working in slow, deliberate pulses. Her hair was a matted, tangled mess plastered to her skull. Her body was streaked with dried and fresh cum, a map of the night's excess.

GAALKK. She gagged, deep and wet, her nose pressed into his pelvis. The man moaned weakly, a thin, reedy sound that barely escaped his lips. "Ooohhh... ooohhh..."

MMMHMMMM. Jade hummed around him, vibrating through his shaft. Her hands gripped his thighs, holding him steady. She pulled back, gasping, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the head of his cock. Then she dove again. GAALKK. GAALKK. GAALKK.

Mariana found her phone. She didn't know why. Her hand moved automatically, crawling across the floor, closing around the cold rectangle of glass. The screen glowed, blinding in the dim room. It was 10:47 AM.

Jade's head bobbed. Her throat convulsed. The man beneath her stirred, a weak, trembling hand reaching down to touch her hair. "Ohhh... baby... I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

Jade pulled off with a wet pop. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking fast, her thumb circling the swollen head. Her eyes were locked on the man's face, watching his mouth hang open, watching his eyes roll back.

"Cum for me, baby," she cooed, her voice high and sweet, absurdly girlish for a woman covered in his release. "Cum for me. Let it all out."

His body arched off the mattress. A raw, broken cry tore from his throat. And he erupted.

The first rope of cum blasted across the room, arcing through the morning light and splattering against the far wall with a wet slap. The second hit the window, streaking down the glass. The third arced high, landing on the ceiling, dripping down in thick, heavy globs. The fourth hit the open door of the closet, coating Jade's hanging dresses, sliding down the expensive fabric.

"Yes, yes, yes," Jade cried, her hand still stroking, milking him. "Let it all out, baby. Give me everything."

The man convulsed, spraying across the room, coating the walls, the floor, the scattered belongings. A thick rope hit Mariana's abandoned suitcase, pooling on the dark fabric. Another splattered across the small mirror Jade had primped in front of the night before, obscuring her reflection.

And then it was done. The man collapsed, limp and utterly spent, his chest heaving in shallow, ragged breaths. His hand fell from Jade's hair, thumping onto the mattress.

Jade looked at the mess she had made of the room, at the cum dripping down the walls, pooling in the corners, coating every surface. She sighed, a small, satisfied sound. Then she reached for her phone, which lay on the floor beside the mattress, miraculously untouched.

She tapped the screen. "Hey, it's Jade. Yeah, I need the cleaners again. The full team. Yeah." She paused, her eyes roving the ruined room. "The heavy duty stuff. Biohazard grade."

Mariana watched from the floor, her cheek against the cold tile. Jade didn't look at her. She scrolled through her phone, her thumb moving across the screen, her expression intent. A small smile curled her lips.

"Oh," she said, her voice brightening. "Look at that."

She held the phone up, tilting the screen toward the light. Mariana caught a glimpse of it, a message notification, a blue verification checkmark beside a name she vaguely recognized. An NFL player. The logo of an NFL team. A DM.

Jade's smile widened. She tapped out a quick reply, her fingers moving fast, then set the phone down. She looked at the man beside her, at his wrecked, gasping body, and reached out to stroke his cheek.

"You did so good, baby," she said softly. "Rest now."

The man's eyes fluttered closed, his breath slowing into the deep, even rhythm of unconsciousness. Jade's hand lingered on his cheek for a moment, then withdrew. She sat up, her body slick and gleaming in the pale morning light, and reached for her phone.

The screen buzzed in her hand. A FaceTime request. The contact photo was a professional headshot, a man in his early thirties with a broad jaw and sharp, confident eyes, wearing the navy jersey of a Texas NFL team. The name beneath it read Marcus.

Jade's smile widened. She ran her fingers through her matted hair, a futile gesture that did little to tame it, then wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, smearing the dried residue on her skin. She did not reach for a towel. She did not reach for clothing. She simply cleared her throat, adjusted her expression to something bright and welcoming, and tapped the green button.

The screen flickered. Marcus's face filled the frame, backlit by what looked like a hotel room window. He was shirtless, his chest broad and sculpted, a thick gold chain glinting at his collarbone. His eyes lit up when he saw her.

"Well, good morning to me," he said, his voice a deep Texas baritone. "Damn, Jade. That's a sight for sore eyes."

Jade giggled, that same high-pitched, crystalline sound that had filled the apartment the night before, as if the past twelve hours had never happened. "Hey you. I was just thinking about you."

"Oh yeah?" Marcus leaned closer to the camera, his grin widening. "What were you thinking?"

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