The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the walls. The air was thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that seemed to hum just beneath the surface. John lay on the bed, his muscular frame sprawled out, his cock already hard and throbbing. Katie, strong and athletic, knelt between his legs, her lips wrapped around him, her tongue working in slow, deliberate circles. Her movements were confident, almost possessive, as if she knew exactly how to make him lose control.Annaliese, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, lay on her back, her head nestled between Katie’s thighs. She hesitated for a moment, her breath catching in her throat as she looked up at the ceiling. This is crazy, she thought, but I want this. Her heart raced as she felt the warmth of Katie’s skin against her face, the intoxicating scent of her arousal filling her senses. She was nervous, but the curiosity, the hidden desire that had been simmering inside her for so long, was too strong to ignore.I joined the train, my hands on Annaliese’s hips as I positioned myself behind her at the edge of the bed, her legs parting lazily. She was wet, her pussy glistening in the low light, and I could feel the heat radiating from her as I pushed inside. She gasped, her body arching against mine, and I could feel her pulse quicken as I began to move. The sensation was electric, the kind of intense connection that made everything else fade away.As I thrust into Annaliese, my eyes were drawn to Katie, her strong, athletic body moving with a fluid grace. Her ass was perfect, round and firm, and I couldn’t resist the urge to lean forward and press my tongue against her, gently caressing her tight little pucker. She moaned, the sound vibrating through her throat and around John’s cock, and I could feel her muscles tighten as she pushed back against me.The room was alive with the sounds of our pleasure—the slick, wet sounds of Katie’s mouth on John’s cock, the soft, rhythmic slapping of my thighs against Annaliese’s ass, the muffled moans and gasps that escaped our lips. The sensations were overwhelming, each of us lost in our own world of ecstasy, yet somehow connected, like a chain reaction of pleasure that bound us together.Annaliese’s body began to tremble beneath me, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she approached the edge. I could feel her muscles clenching around me, her pussy squeezing me tighter and tighter as she teetered on the brink of orgasm. And then, with a cry that was part relief, part surrender, she came, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her.Katie was next, her strong, athletic body tensing as she reached her climax. She pulled away from John’s cock with a gasp, her back arching as she came, her pussy dripping as her asshole tightened around my tongue. Her orgasm was intense, her body convulsing as she rode the wave of pleasure, her moans filling the room. Annaliese was still moving below her and her lips returned instinctively to John's cock as she began to jerk him.John followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he came, jets of cum shooting onto Katie’s chest and face. She didn’t flinch, instead leaning forward to take him into her mouth again, her tongue lapping at his sensitive flesh as she continued to milk every last drop from him.And then it was my turn. The sensations had been building inside me, the heat and pleasure growing with each thrust, each lick, each moan. I felt my body tighten, my muscles coiling as I approached the edge. And then, with a groan that was part relief, part triumph, I came, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself inside Annaliese.We lay there for a moment, our bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of our orgasms, the room filled with the sound of our heavy breathing. The air was thick with the scent of sex, a heady mixture of sweat and arousal that clung to our skin.And then, just as we began to recover, there was a knock at the door.We froze, the sound cutting through the post-coital haze like a knife. I could feel the tension in the room shift, the relaxed atmosphere replaced by a sudden, sharp awareness. Who could that be? I thought, my heart pounding in my chest.Katie was the first to move, her strong, athletic body sliding off the bed with a fluid grace. She grabbed a robe from the chair and wrapped it around herself, her movements quick and efficient. She glanced back at us, her eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.“I’ll get it,” she said, her voice low and steady, but I could hear the hint of uncertainty beneath her calm exterior.I watched as she walked to the door, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor. My heart was racing, my mind spinning with possibilities. Who could it be? What do they want? The knock came again, louder this time, more insistent.Katie hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the doorknob. She looked back at us, her expression unreadable, and then, with a deep breath, she opened the door.The moment stretched, the silence pressing down on us like a weight. And then, from the doorway, a voice—deep, unfamiliar, and laced with a hint of amusement—spoke.“Well, this is… unexpected.”He enters the room and begins to undress. A wry smile appearing across his face.

In the dimly lit room, Katie pleasured John with her mouth while Annaliese, nervous but aroused, returned the favor between her thighs. I joined them, thrusting into Annaliese as I licked Katie, leading to a chain reaction of orgasms among the three of us. As we recovered, a mysterious man knocked on the door, entered, and began to undress.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the walls. The air was thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that seemed to hum just beneath the surface. John lay on the bed, his muscular frame sprawled out, his cock already hard and throbbing. Katie, strong and athletic, knelt between his legs, her lips wrapped around him, her tongue working in slow, deliberate circles. Her movements were confident, almost possessive, as if she knew exactly how to make him lose control.

Annaliese, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, lay on her back, her head nestled between Katie’s thighs. She hesitated for a moment, her breath catching in her throat as she looked up at the ceiling. This is crazy, she thought, but I want this. Her heart raced as she felt the warmth of Katie’s skin against her face, the intoxicating scent of her arousal filling her senses. She was nervous, but the curiosity, the hidden desire that had been simmering inside her for so long, was too strong to ignore.

I joined the train, my hands on Annaliese’s hips as I positioned myself behind her at the edge of the bed, her legs parting lazily. She was wet, her pussy glistening in the low light, and I could feel the heat radiating from her as I pushed inside. She gasped, her body arching against mine, and I could feel her pulse quicken as I began to move. The sensation was electric, the kind of intense connection that made everything else fade away.

As I thrust into Annaliese, my eyes were drawn to Katie, her strong, athletic body moving with a fluid grace. Her ass was perfect, round and firm, and I couldn’t resist the urge to lean forward and press my tongue against her, gently caressing her tight little pucker. She moaned, the sound vibrating through her throat and around John’s cock, and I could feel her muscles tighten as she pushed back against me.

The room was alive with the sounds of our pleasure—the slick, wet sounds of Katie’s mouth on John’s cock, the soft, rhythmic slapping of my thighs against Annaliese’s ass, the muffled moans and gasps that escaped our lips. The sensations were overwhelming, each of us lost in our own world of ecstasy, yet somehow connected, like a chain reaction of pleasure that bound us together.

Annaliese’s body began to tremble beneath me, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she approached the edge. I could feel her muscles clenching around me, her pussy squeezing me tighter and tighter as she teetered on the brink of orgasm. And then, with a cry that was part relief, part surrender, she came, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Katie was next, her strong, athletic body tensing as she reached her climax. She pulled away from John’s cock with a gasp, her back arching as she came, her pussy dripping as her asshole tightened around my tongue. Her orgasm was intense, her body convulsing as she rode the wave of pleasure, her moans filling the room. Annaliese was still moving below her and her lips returned instinctively to John's cock as she began to jerk him.

John followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he came, jets of cum shooting onto Katie’s chest and face. She didn’t flinch, instead leaning forward to take him into her mouth again, her tongue lapping at his sensitive flesh as she continued to milk every last drop from him.

And then it was my turn. The sensations had been building inside me, the heat and pleasure growing with each thrust, each lick, each moan. I felt my body tighten, my muscles coiling as I approached the edge. And then, with a groan that was part relief, part triumph, I came, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself inside Annaliese.

We lay there for a moment, our bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of our orgasms, the room filled with the sound of our heavy breathing. The air was thick with the scent of sex, a heady mixture of sweat and arousal that clung to our skin.

And then, just as we began to recover, there was a knock at the door.

We froze, the sound cutting through the post-coital haze like a knife. I could feel the tension in the room shift, the relaxed atmosphere replaced by a sudden, sharp awareness. Who could that be? I thought, my heart pounding in my chest.

Katie was the first to move, her strong, athletic body sliding off the bed with a fluid grace. She grabbed a robe from the chair and wrapped it around herself, her movements quick and efficient. She glanced back at us, her eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

“I’ll get it,” she said, her voice low and steady, but I could hear the hint of uncertainty beneath her calm exterior.

I watched as she walked to the door, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor. My heart was racing, my mind spinning with possibilities. Who could it be? What do they want? The knock came again, louder this time, more insistent.

Katie hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the doorknob. She looked back at us, her expression unreadable, and then, with a deep breath, she opened the door.

The moment stretched, the silence pressing down on us like a weight. And then, from the doorway, a voice—deep, unfamiliar, and laced with a hint of amusement—spoke.

“Well, this is… unexpected.”

He enters the room and begins to undress. A wry smile appearing across his face.

Fourfold Ecstasy - The Bedroom Chain Reaction

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