In the hammam
At the center of this unusual "session" stood four girls. Each was her own, unique, with different physical features
and temperaments. They were all part of a shared game in which men participated, and all the women, in one way or another, took part in this process, helping to satisfy their desires.Today she was working in the hammam, and her body was ready for action. The first to choose her was a large man, with broad shoulders and a big belly, who approached her confidently. He took her by the waist, and her eyes met his, full of impatient lust. She leaned into him, slightly squaring her shoulders, and his hands reached for her robe, which quickly ended up on the floor.
His body was heavy, and she felt it on her as he entered her, unhurriedly but confidently. He was inside her at once, and she accepted him, feeling his stomach touch her belly with each thrust. She sighed, giving herself to him, letting his flesh consume her.
Meanwhile, the other girls were working with other men. One of them, more sensual and passionate, took on the care of one man, taking his cock into her mouth without question. She took her time, savoring every movement as her fingers gently caressed his balls. The other women kept pace: one engaged in more delicate caresses, softly massaging his chest and neck, while another, in contrast, fully absorbed his desire, paying no mind to the roughness of her actions.
When the first man finished, his semen filled her body, and she wiped herself, but before she could relax, a second man was already approaching, unwilling to wait. He was less heavy, but his gaze was no less confident. She got on her knees and, without hesitation, took him into her mouth. He didn't resist, relaxing, enjoying her every movement.
When the man came closer and placed his hands on her head again, she continued her work, taking his cock all the way to the end, unbothered by his weight or his smell. She knew her task was to give pleasure. He came, and her face and chest were covered in his warm fluid, but she kept doing her job, her expression unchanged.
Meanwhile, another man approached a different girl, who gladly welcomed him into her embrace. She rocked on him, her body shaking with each impact, her breasts bouncing as he drove deeper into her.
When her turn came again, she couldn't help but notice the atmosphere becoming increasingly uninhibited. The men began taking them in different positions—on the floor here, standing there—enjoying their bodies without hiding their desires.
In the end, when they gathered in one spot, one man stood before her, called her, and she knelt before him. He set the rhythm, and she moved in unison with him, wrapping her legs and neck around him, absorbing everything he gave. The other men already stood nearby, waiting their turn, and their semen, one after another, ended up on her body—on her stomach, chest, and face.
She was in that moment—completely given, completely used, and yet absolutely desired and needed. In her body, like an empty vessel, all their desires dissolved. And each time she was taken, she felt more alive, more a part of this mad dance that knew no bounds.