The bass from the music downstairs thrummed through the walls, but up here, in the dimly lit bedroom, everything was eerily quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that made your skin prickle with anticipation. I stood next to Dima, my breath shallow, as he laid her down on the bed face-first. Her slim frame sank into the mattress, her jean-clad ass perfectly rounded, practically begging to be touched. Dima had done well. Really well.Dasha had been oblivious all night—her tight jeans hugging every curve, her blouse teasing just enough of her chest to keep everyone’s eyes glued to her. She’d been so innocent, so trusting, sipping that glass of wine Dima handed her without a second thought. And now… now she was ours.I watched as Dima leaned over her, his fingers brushing against the small of her back, tracing the curve of her spine. My heart raced as he undid the button of her jeans, slowly pulling the zipper down. The sound was deafening in the silence. He slid the fabric down her legs, revealing her black lace panties, snug against her hips. My mouth went dry. Fuck, she was perfect.Dima’s hands moved up her thighs, grazing the edge of her panties, and I shifted uncomfortably in my own jeans, feeling the pressure building. He pulled the fabric aside, exposing her completely, and I bit my lip hard. She was so smooth, so delicate, and the faint scent of her arousal filled the room. Jesus.“Your turn,” Dima muttered, nodding toward her. His voice was low, almost a growl, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I stepped closer, my hand trembling slightly as I reached out. My fingers brushed against the inside of her thigh, and I could feel the warmth of her skin even through her jeans. I hesitated for a moment, then slid my hand higher, cupping her mound through the thin fabric. She stirred faintly, a soft moan escaping her lips, but she didn’t wake.I glanced at Dima, who was already unbuckling his belt, his eyes hungry. “Do it,” he said, his voice thick with need. I didn’t need to be told twice. I slid her panties down, letting them pool around her ankles, and took a moment to admire her. She was so wet already, her folds glistening in the dim light. I dragged my fingers along her slit, savoring the way she twitched under my touch.Dima knelt beside her, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself behind her. I moved to the head of the bed, my fingers tangling in her hair as I tilted her head back. She looked so vulnerable, so beautiful like this. Her lips parted slightly, and I couldn’t resist. I leaned down, capturing her mouth with mine, my tongue sliding between her lips as Dima pressed himself against her entrance.She gasped into my mouth as he pushed inside, her body arching instinctively. I broke the kiss, my eyes locking with Dima’s as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. Her moans grew louder with each movement, and I couldn’t help myself—I reached down, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing circles that matched Dima’s rhythm.Her body trembled under our touch, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. I could feel her tightening around Dima, her orgasm building with every thrust. “That’s it,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear. “Come for us.”Her whole body convulsed as she came, her scream muffled by the pillow. Dima groaned, driving into her harder, faster, until he finally stilled, his release spilling inside her. For a moment, the only sound in the room was our heavy breathing.Then Dima pulled out, collapsing onto the bed beside her. I stood there, my hand still tangled in her hair, my heart pounding in my chest. She lay there, utterly spent, her body limp and pliant. I glanced at Dima, who was already adjusting his pants, a smirk playing on his lips.“You ready for round two?” he asked, his voice rough with lust.I didn’t answer. Instead, I grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and squeezed a generous amount onto my fingers. Dasha’s ass was right there, just begging to be taken. I spread her cheeks apart, my fingers teasing her other entrance as I leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You’re not done yet.”Her breath hitched as I pressed my finger inside, and I couldn’t help but grin. This was going to be fun.

Dima and I took Dasha to the bedroom after she passed out from drinking wine. Dima undressed her and we took turns pleasuring her, with Dima entering her from behind while I kissed and stimulated her. After her climax, Dima pulled out and I began to prepare her for another round.

The bass from the music downstairs thrummed through the walls, but up here, in the dimly lit bedroom, everything was eerily quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that made your skin prickle with anticipation. I stood next to Dima, my breath shallow, as he laid her down on the bed face-first. Her slim frame sank into the mattress, her jean-clad ass perfectly rounded, practically begging to be touched. Dima had done well. Really well.

Dasha had been oblivious all night—her tight jeans hugging every curve, her blouse teasing just enough of her chest to keep everyone’s eyes glued to her. She’d been so innocent, so trusting, sipping that glass of wine Dima handed her without a second thought. And now… now she was ours.

I watched as Dima leaned over her, his fingers brushing against the small of her back, tracing the curve of her spine. My heart raced as he undid the button of her jeans, slowly pulling the zipper down. The sound was deafening in the silence. He slid the fabric down her legs, revealing her black lace panties, snug against her hips. My mouth went dry. Fuck, she was perfect.

Dima’s hands moved up her thighs, grazing the edge of her panties, and I shifted uncomfortably in my own jeans, feeling the pressure building. He pulled the fabric aside, exposing her completely, and I bit my lip hard. She was so smooth, so delicate, and the faint scent of her arousal filled the room. Jesus.

“Your turn,” Dima muttered, nodding toward her. His voice was low, almost a growl, and it sent a shiver down my spine. I stepped closer, my hand trembling slightly as I reached out. My fingers brushed against the inside of her thigh, and I could feel the warmth of her skin even through her jeans. I hesitated for a moment, then slid my hand higher, cupping her mound through the thin fabric. She stirred faintly, a soft moan escaping her lips, but she didn’t wake.

I glanced at Dima, who was already unbuckling his belt, his eyes hungry. “Do it,” he said, his voice thick with need. I didn’t need to be told twice. I slid her panties down, letting them pool around her ankles, and took a moment to admire her. She was so wet already, her folds glistening in the dim light. I dragged my fingers along her slit, savoring the way she twitched under my touch.

Dima knelt beside her, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself behind her. I moved to the head of the bed, my fingers tangling in her hair as I tilted her head back. She looked so vulnerable, so beautiful like this. Her lips parted slightly, and I couldn’t resist. I leaned down, capturing her mouth with mine, my tongue sliding between her lips as Dima pressed himself against her entrance.

She gasped into my mouth as he pushed inside, her body arching instinctively. I broke the kiss, my eyes locking with Dima’s as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate. Her moans grew louder with each movement, and I couldn’t help myself—I reached down, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing circles that matched Dima’s rhythm.

Her body trembled under our touch, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. I could feel her tightening around Dima, her orgasm building with every thrust. “That’s it,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear. “Come for us.”

Her whole body convulsed as she came, her scream muffled by the pillow. Dima groaned, driving into her harder, faster, until he finally stilled, his release spilling inside her. For a moment, the only sound in the room was our heavy breathing.

Then Dima pulled out, collapsing onto the bed beside her. I stood there, my hand still tangled in her hair, my heart pounding in my chest. She lay there, utterly spent, her body limp and pliant. I glanced at Dima, who was already adjusting his pants, a smirk playing on his lips.

“You ready for round two?” he asked, his voice rough with lust.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and squeezed a generous amount onto my fingers. Dasha’s ass was right there, just begging to be taken. I spread her cheeks apart, my fingers teasing her other entrance as I leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You’re not done yet.”

Her breath hitched as I pressed my finger inside, and I couldn’t help but grin. This was going to be fun.

A young woman, Dasha, attends her first party and is quickly noticed for her curvaceous figure, highlighted by her jeans and blouse. After drinking a glass of wine offered by a man named Dima, she loses consciousness in the bathroom. Dima takes advantage of the situation, bringing her to a bedroom where his friend joins them. The two men take turns exploring her body, ultimately leading to a sexual encounter where they both take her in different ways.

Seduced in the Shadows of Desire

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