The hot water pounded down on us in the ritzy hotel shower, steam filling the enclosed space as Larry pressed his body against mine. His thick cock throbbed against my thigh, already rock-hard and ready, while my toned arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. I was Tricia, the muscular sports reporter with a craving for rough fucking, and this dominant bastard Larry was about to give it to me hard. From Larry's perspective, her wet skin slid against mine like silk over steel, her tight body glistening under the spray. I gripped Tricia's firm ass, feeling the muscles flex as I ground my hips into her. 'Fuck, you're tight,' I growled, my voice echoing off the tiles. Her pussy was already slick, not just from the water, and I couldn't wait to pound it raw. I slid a hand up her toned abs, pinching a nipple hard, making her gasp. Switching to Tricia's view, his cock pressed insistently against my entrance, and I arched my back, urging him on with my eager hands. The water cascaded over us, mixing with the sweat beading on our skin, and I loved how public this felt, even in this private room—anyone could walk in. 'Pound me harder, you fucking beast,' I moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders, feeling the power in his muscles. His thick shaft pushed inside my tight pussy, stretching me wide, and I threw my head back, water streaming down my face as I rode the wave of pleasure. Back to Larry, I thrust deep into her, the sound of our bodies slapping together drowning out the shower's roar. Her pussy gripped my cock like a vice, wet and hot, and I pounded faster, water splashing everywhere. 'Take it, you muscular slut,' I commanded, grabbing her hips to hold her in place. Her toned arms wrapped around me, nails scratching my back, and I felt her muscles clenching around me, driving me wild. The steam made everything slippery, our skin sliding in a heated rhythm that had me grunting with every stroke. From Tricia's perspective, his cock hammered into my pussy, each thrust sending shocks through my core. The water ran down my body, making every touch more intense, and I explored his chest with my hands, gripping his pecs hard to pull him deeper. 'Yes, fuck me like that,' I panted, my moans growing louder, echoing in the shower. His dominant energy fueled my craving for this hardcore pounding, and I loved how his wet skin felt against mine, all slippery and urgent. My legs wrapped around his waist, holding on as he drove into me relentlessly, building that raw fire inside. Larry again, her eager hands roamed my body, one sliding down to cup my balls while the other clawed at my ass, urging me to go faster. I slammed into her tight pussy, feeling it squeeze around my shaft, and the mix of water and her juices made every movement slick and wild. 'You're gonna make me cum hard,' I rasped, my breaths coming in short bursts. Her muscles flexed under my fingers, her body a perfect, toned machine built for this kind of fucking, and I lost myself in the rhythm, pounding harder with each thrust. Tricia's turn, the shower's heat amplified everything—his cock filling me up, stretching my pussy to the limit, and I couldn't get enough. My hands gripped his hips, guiding him deeper, faster, as moans spilled from my lips. 'Don't stop, keep fucking me,' I urged, my voice hoarse with need. The wet skin between us slid together in a frenzy, my muscular legs trembling from the intensity, and I felt the edge approaching, that wild climax building like a storm. From Larry's view, our bodies moved in perfect sync, skin glistening and muscles straining under the relentless spray. I thrust harder, her pussy milking my cock, and the sounds of our fucking—wet slaps and desperate moans—filled the air. I could feel her getting closer, her breaths ragged, and I ramped up the pace, driving us both toward that raw edge without holding back. Back to Tricia, every pound of his cock sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, my body arching against his in the steamy confines. The water poured over us, heightening the sensation, and I clawed at his back, whispering dirty encouragements that blended with the echoes of our moans. We were lost in the moment, bodies slick and urgent, the buildup pushing us further into the heat.

From Larry's perspective, the heat of the moment surged through me as I gripped Tricia's hips, my cock still buried deep in her slick pussy. But I craved more, something rawer. 'Time to switch it up, you tight little minx,' I growled, spinning her around with one swift move. Water sprayed everywhere as I bent her over the shower ledge, her toned ass pushing back against me, exposed and glistening under the cascading streams. Her muscular legs spread wider, inviting, and I couldn't resist—my hard cock pressed against her tight asshole, ready to claim it. Switching to Tricia's view, the sudden flip made my head spin, but the thrill of it shot straight to my core. Larry's hands were rough on my hips, positioning me just right over the cold tile ledge, water pounding down my back like a relentless drum. 'Oh fuck, yes,' I moaned loudly, gripping the wall for support, my fingers digging into the slick surface. His cock nudged at my tight ass, and I arched my back, muscles flexing in anticipation. The wet skin between us made everything slippery, heightening the urgency, and I loved how exposed I felt, like we were putting on a show even in this steamy hideaway. Back to Larry, I thrust forward without warning, driving my thick cock deep into her tight ass. The water cascaded over us, mixing with the sweat on our bodies, making every inch slide in with a wet, sucking sound. 'Fuck, you're so goddamn tight,' I rasped, my voice hoarse as I felt her muscles clench around me. Her ass gripped my shaft like a vise, and I pounded harder, hips slamming against her firm cheeks. The shower's roar drowned out most noises, but her moans cut through it all, fueling my dominant drive. I reached around, grabbing her tits, pinching her nipples hard as I thrust again, pushing the limits of our rough passion. From Tricia's perspective, his cock stretched my ass wide, the initial burn melting into pure, fiery pleasure as he filled me up. Water streamed down my face, mixing with my sweat, and I gripped the wall tighter, my toned arms flexing with each powerful thrust. 'Pound my ass harder, you fucking animal,' I cried out, my voice echoing off the tiles. Every slam of his hips sent shockwaves through my body, my muscular legs trembling under the intensity. The wet slip of our skin amplified everything—the heat, the urgency, the raw need—and I pushed back against him, craving more of that hardcore fucking, my pussy throbbing in sympathy even as he ravaged my ass. Larry again, the sight of her bent over, muscles rippling under the water, drove me wild. I fucked her ass faster, my balls slapping against her pussy with each deep thrust, the mix of sweat and water making our bodies glide in a frantic rhythm. 'Take it all, you muscular slut,' I commanded, my hands sliding up her back to grip her shoulders, pulling her onto my cock harder. The steam thickened the air, filling my lungs with the scent of sex and soap, and I could feel her tightening around me, pushing us both to the edge. Her moans grew louder, spurring me on, and I leaned in, biting her neck as I pounded relentlessly, our wet skin slapping together in a symphony of raw desire. Switching to Tricia, every thrust into my ass hit deeper, the water cascading over us like a erotic torrent, heightening the sensations on my sensitized skin. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, stretching me to my limits, and my hands clawed at the wall, nails scraping against the tiles. 'Don't stop, fuck me like you mean it,' I panted, my breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. My body was on fire, muscles flexing and contracting with each impact, the mix of pain and pleasure making me crave more. The public thrill of it all—the chance someone might hear—only added to the intensity, my wet hair sticking to my face as I lost myself in the moment, building toward that fierce climax that loomed just out of reach. From Larry's view, her ass squeezed my cock with every stroke, the water making everything slick and urgent. I ramped up the pace, thrusting harder and faster, our bodies slamming together in a blur of motion. Sweat dripped down my chest, mingling with the shower spray, and the sounds of our fucking—wet slaps, her loud moans—filled the enclosed space. I could feel the tension coiling in my balls, the rough passion pushing us both to our breaking point, but I held back, savoring the build. 'You're mine, every inch of you,' I grunted, my hands roaming her slick body, gripping her hips to drive even deeper. Back to Tricia, the relentless pounding in my ass had me on the verge, my moans turning into desperate cries as water poured over us. His cock filled me completely, each thrust sending jolts of ecstasy through my core, and I flexed my muscles around him, urging him on. 'Keep going, make me scream,' I whispered hoarsely, my voice barely audible over the shower's roar. Our wet, slippery bodies moved in perfect, heated sync, the raw energy between us escalating, leaving me breathless and eager for what came next.

From Larry's perspective, I grunted deeply, the sound ripping from my throat as I slammed my cock even deeper into Tricia's tight ass. Her body jerked forward against the shower wall, water streaming down our slick skin, mixing with the sweat that beaded on my forehead. Her ass clenched around me like a hot, gripping fist, and I thrust harder, my hips pounding rhythmically, the wet slap of our bodies echoing in the steamy enclosure. 'Fuck, you're taking it so good,' I rasped, my hands digging into her hips, pulling her back onto my throbbing shaft with brutal force. The heat of the water cascaded over us, making every inch of her slippery and urgent, my balls tightening as I drove in deeper, savoring the raw domination. Switching to Tricia's view, my fingers clawed at the shower wall, nails scraping against the cold tiles as Larry's cock plunged deeper into my ass. Each brutal thrust made my muscles tense and flex, my toned arms bulging with the effort to hold on. The water pounded down my back, a relentless torrent that heightened the slickness between us, turning every movement into a frenzied glide. 'Oh God, yes—fuck me harder, Larry,' I gasped, my voice a desperate plea echoing off the walls. I craved that raw domination, the way his thick cock stretched me wide, the burn morphing into fiery pleasure that shot straight to my core. My legs trembled, muscles in my thighs flexing hard as I pushed back against him, begging with my body for more, faster, the wet skin slapping together driving me wild. From Larry's perspective, I drove my cock violently into her, hips slamming forward with unrelenting force. Sweat and water mixed on our skin, creating a slippery sheen that made her ass glide around my shaft, every thrust sending shockwaves through my body. Her moans fueled me, her tight hole gripping me tighter with each pump, and I leaned in closer, my breath hot against her neck. 'Take it, you fucking tight slut,' I growled, my voice low and commanding, hands sliding up to grip her shoulders, pulling her onto me harder. The scent of soap and sex filled the air, mingling with the sound of water and our ragged breaths, pushing me to the edge as I pounded faster, my balls slapping against her swollen pussy, the intensity building like a storm. Back to Tricia's view, I could feel the climax building inside me, a wild explosion waiting to shatter everything. Larry's cock ravaged my ass with each violent drive, his hips crashing into me, and I gasped for air, the water streaming over my face, mixing with tears of ecstasy. 'Faster, fuck me faster, you beast—make me come,' I begged, my words tumbling out in a hoarse whisper, muscles in my back flexing as I arched against him. The public thrill of our hidden encounter heightened it all, the chance of being heard adding to the raw urgency. My pussy throbbed in sympathy, wet and aching, as his relentless pounding pushed me closer, my body trembling, every nerve ending on fire from the hardcore fucking. From Larry's perspective, her begging pushed me over the brink, and I ramped up the pace, slamming into her ass with everything I had. Our bodies were a blur of motion, slick with sweat and water, the wet sounds of our fucking filling the shower like a primal symphony. I could feel her tightening around me, her muscles clenching in rhythm with my thrusts, and I grunted again, 'Come for me, you muscular whore,' my hands roaming her body, pinching her nipples hard as I drove deeper. The tension coiled in my core, my cock throbbing inside her, ready to explode. Switching to Tricia's view, his words sent me spiraling, and I shattered around him, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed through me. 'Yes, oh fuck yes,' I cried out, moans echoing loudly over the water's roar, my hands slipping on the wall as my legs buckled. His cock pulsed inside my ass, and I felt him follow, our bodies trembling together in that wild, explosive climax, but the raw need lingered, pulling us deeper into the haze.

From Larry's perspective, the aftershocks of our climax still pulsed through me, but the raw hunger didn't fade. I pulled out of Tricia's tight ass with a wet pop, my cock still throbbing and slick with her juices. Without a second's pause, I grabbed her by the wrists, my fingers digging into her toned skin, and shoved her hard against the slippery shower wall. The tiles smacked against her back with a sharp thud, water cascading over us, making her body glisten like oiled muscle. 'You're not done yet, you greedy bitch,' I growled, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, my other sliding down to grip her hip, holding her in place as I pressed my body against hers. Switching to Tricia's view, the force of Larry's shove knocked the breath from my lungs, my back slamming into the cold, wet tiles, but the sting only fueled the fire inside me. Water streamed down my face, mixing with the sweat on my skin, and I arched my back instinctively, my muscles flexing tight in my arms and abs as he pinned me. 'Fuck, yes—do it harder,' I moaned, my voice echoing in the steamy air, my pussy still throbbing from the recent pounding, aching for more of his rough touch. His grip on my wrists was unyielding, making me feel exposed and dominated, my toned legs spreading wider on their own, the hot water heightening every sensation on my slick skin. From Larry's perspective, her moan hit me like a shot of adrenaline, and I leaned in, my mouth crashing onto her tits with raw hunger. I sucked one nipple hard into my mouth, biting down just enough to make her gasp, my tongue lashing over the pebbled bud as water dripped from her soaked skin. Her tits were firm and full, bouncing slightly with the spray, and I moved to the other one, licking a trail up her cleavage before sucking greedily, tasting the mix of soap, sweat, and her natural musk. My free hand roamed her body, sliding over her wet abs, fingers digging into her muscular thigh, pulling her closer so my still-hard cock rubbed against her slick pussy lips. 'These tits are fucking mine,' I muttered against her skin, my teeth grazing her nipple, the water making everything slide and slip in a frantic rhythm. Switching to Tricia's view, his mouth on my tits was pure fire, each suck and bite sending jolts straight to my core, my nipples hardening painfully under his rough tongue. The hot water poured over us, amplifying the wetness, making his lips glide across my skin like silk over steel, and I arched harder, my back pressing into the wall as my muscles tensed and flexed. 'Oh God, Larry—bite me again,' I begged, my voice a loud, throaty moan that bounced off the shower walls, my hands straining against his grip, wanting to tangle in his hair but loving the restraint. Every lick felt electric, the public thrill of our hidden fuck session in this hotel shower making my pulse race, my pussy clenching with fresh need as his cock teased my entrance, the slipperiness heightening the raw tension building inside me. From Larry's perspective, her begging drove me wild, and I released her wrists only to grab her ass, hoisting her up slightly against the wall for better access. I dove back to her tits, my rough mouth sucking one nipple deep, then the other, biting the sensitive flesh until she squirmed. My hands roamed her wet, slick body, one sliding between her legs to cup her pussy, fingers teasing her swollen clit as water rushed over my knuckles. Her muscles flexed under my touch, her toned arms wrapping around my neck now that she was free, pulling me closer. The sounds of our heavy breaths and the water's roar filled the space, our bodies pressing hard together, dripping and sliding in a heated mess that built the tension to a breaking point. 'Feel that, you muscular slut? I'm not stopping until you're screaming,' I rasped, my cock grinding against her thigh, ready to plunge back in. Switching to Tricia's view, his fingers on my clit sent shockwaves through me, the water making everything so slippery and intense, my body trembling as I clung to him. I moaned louder, arching my back further, my muscles rippling with every movement, the hot spray pounding on my skin like a second lover. His mouth on my tits was relentless, each suck drawing out gasps and pleas, the pain blending into pleasure that made my pussy drip even more. 'Fuck, Larry—don't stop, make me yours,' I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging in as I felt the raw sexual tension coil tighter, our wet bodies sliding and pressing in urgent rhythm, the promise of more hardcore fucking hanging in the steamy air, pulling us deeper into the haze.

From Larry's perspective, the steam clung to us like a second skin, and I couldn't wait any longer. I yanked Tricia out of the shower, water dripping from our bodies, and shoved her hard against the steamy glass door. It fogged up instantly from our heat, her back smacking against it with a wet slap that echoed in the bathroom. 'Time to get these fucking clothes off you,' I snarled, my hands tearing at her soaked top, ripping the fabric away to expose her glistening tits and toned abs. The material shredded easily under my fingers, falling to the floor in a wet heap, leaving her naked and vulnerable, her muscular body shining under the dim light. Water streamed down her skin, making it slick and irresistible as I pinned her there, my cock still rock-hard and throbbing against her thigh. I grabbed her hips, positioning her just right, then drove my cock deep into her dripping pussy in one brutal thrust. 'Take it, you tight little slut,' I grunted, pounding hard and fast, my hips slamming into hers with wet, slapping sounds that filled the room. Switching to Tricia's view, the sudden pull from the shower left me breathless, my feet slipping on the wet tiles as Larry manhandled me against the glass. It was cold and steamy against my back, a sharp contrast to the heat of his body pressing into me, and I gasped as he ripped my clothes off, the fabric tearing with a satisfying rip that exposed my skin to the air. 'Yes, fuck, do it,' I moaned, my muscles flexing hard as his cock plunged back into my pussy, stretching me wide and filling me up completely. His thrusts were relentless, each one hitting deep and making my body jolt, my wet skin sliding against the glass and his chest. I reached down, my hand wrapping around his thick shaft where it wasn't buried inside me, feeling the veins pulse under my fingers as I gripped him tight. 'Pound me harder, you bastard,' I begged, matching his brutal rhythm by bucking my hips, my moans growing louder and more desperate with every slick, wild slide of our bodies. From Larry's perspective, her hand on my cock sent a jolt through me, her fingers squeezing just right as I hammered into her dripping pussy. The wet sounds of our fucking echoed off the walls, her juices mixing with the lingering shower water, making everything slippery and intense. I gripped her shoulders, holding her in place as I thrust faster, my balls slapping against her ass with each powerful stroke. 'Feel that cock splitting you open?' I rasped, my voice rough with exertion, the steam making our skin glisten and slide together in a frantic mess. Her muscular body was a fucking turn-on, her abs tensing and arms flexing as she clawed at me, urging me on. I leaned in, biting her neck hard enough to leave a mark, tasting the salt of her sweat mixed with water, my hips never slowing their punishing pace. Switching to Tricia's view, his teeth on my neck made me cry out, the pain blending into pure ecstasy as his cock ravaged my pussy. Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge, my hand still gripping his thick shaft, feeling it piston in and out of me with wet, squelching noises that drove me wild. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, my muscles straining and flexing with the effort, the public thrill of being fucked in this exposed hotel bathroom heightening every sensation. 'Harder, Larry—fucking destroy me,' I gasped, my voice echoing, my free hand digging into his back, nails leaving red trails on his skin. The way our wet bodies slid and ground together was intoxicating, the raw tension building like a storm, my pussy clenching around him, craving more of his dominant, hardcore pounding. From Larry's perspective, her nails raked my back, spurring me on as I fucked her against the glass, our bodies making it rattle with each impact. The room was filled with the sounds of our moans and the slap of flesh, her pussy gripping my cock like a vice, slick and hot despite the cooling water. I could feel her muscles rippling under my hands, her toned legs locked around me, pushing me to go deeper, harder. 'You're gonna cum all over my dick, aren't you, you greedy whore?' I growled, my thrusts growing even more frantic, the wet skin sliding wildly as we lost ourselves in the fierce, raw tension. Switching to Tricia's view, his words sent a shiver down my spine, my body trembling as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. I moaned louder, my hand still on his shaft, stroking what I could reach in time with his pounding, the sensation of his cock filling me over and over making my head spin. The steamy glass fogged more with our breath, our wet forms pressed tight, every slide and grind pushing us toward something explosive, the hunger between us far from sated, leaving me aching for whatever came next.

From Larry's perspective, the steamy glass fogged even more as I pounded into Tricia, our bodies slick and grinding, when suddenly the bathroom door creaked open. I glanced over, seeing a stranger standing there, eyes wide and fixed on us, his breath quickening as he watched my cock slam into her dripping pussy. A smirk spread across my face—I loved the thrill of being watched. 'Looks like we've got an audience,' I growled, pulling Tricia tighter against me, her wet skin sliding against mine as I pressed her harder into the glass, my hips never missing a beat. I thrust deeper, feeling her muscles clench around my shaft, and leaned in to whisper, 'Think you can handle more, babe? He's eyeing you like a fucking meal.' My hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as I rammed into her, the wet slaps echoing louder now with the intruder in the room. Switching to Tricia's view, the creak of the door made my heart race, and I turned my head just enough to see the stranger lurking in the doorway, his gaze hungry on our sweaty, slippery bodies. Excitement flashed in my eyes—public exposure always got me going, especially with Larry's thick cock buried inside me. 'Oh fuck, yes,' I moaned, spreading my legs wider against the glass, inviting the stranger with a wicked grin. My muscles flexed, my toned arms reaching out as if to pull him in, the water still dripping from our skin adding to the chaos. 'Come on, join us,' I gasped, my voice breathless from Larry's relentless pounding, my pussy throbbing with each deep thrust. The idea of another pair of hands on me made me buck harder against Larry, my fingers digging into his shoulders. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's invitation hung in the air, and I could see the stranger hesitate for a split second before stepping forward, his clothes already tenting from the sight. I pulled out of Tricia slowly, my cock glistening with her juices, and grabbed her ass, pressing her even firmer against the steamy glass. 'Get over here,' I commanded the stranger, my voice rough and dominant. He obeyed, shedding his shirt quickly, revealing a lean build that I knew would add to the fun. As he approached, I shoved Tricia toward him, her wet body colliding with his, their skins sliding together in a mess of sweat and water. I watched as his hands immediately grabbed her tits, squeezing hard, his tongue darting out to lick her neck. 'Fuck her good,' I said, stroking my cock as I moved behind her, positioning myself for the next move. Switching to Tricia's view, the stranger's hands on my body were rough and eager, his fingers pinching my nipples while Larry's cock teased my entrance from behind. My eyes flashed with wild excitement, the room spinning with the sudden shift to a threesome, our wet skins slapping and sliding in a frenzy. 'Yes, both of you—fuck me,' I begged, my muscular legs wrapping around the stranger's waist as he kissed me hard, his tongue invading my mouth. I felt Larry's hands on my hips again, yanking me back onto his shaft, filling my pussy while the stranger's hands roamed lower, his fingers probing my ass. The dual sensations made me moan louder, my body flexing and straining between them, the hot air thick with the scent of sex and steam. From Larry's perspective, with Tricia sandwiched between us, I thrust into her tight pussy again, harder this time, feeling the stranger's body press against hers as he ground his crotch into her front. Our wet skins created a slippery chaos, muscles flexing everywhere—her toned abs clenching, his arms wrapping around her. I reached around, grabbing the stranger's cock through his pants, yanking them down to free it, watching it spring out, hard and ready. 'Let's make this a real fucking party,' I grunted, guiding his cock toward Tricia's mouth as I pounded her from behind. She opened wide, sucking him in eagerly, her lips wrapping around his shaft while I slammed into her, our bodies moving in a rhythmic, brutal dance. The sounds of slurping and slapping filled the bathroom, her moans vibrating around his dick as I drove deeper, sweat mixing with the lingering water on our skins. Switching to Tricia's view, having two cocks at once was intoxicating, Larry's thick shaft stretching my pussy while the stranger's filled my mouth, his hands tangling in my wet hair. I flexed my muscles, gripping Larry's cock inside me as I bobbed on the stranger's, tasting his salty pre-cum on my tongue. The public thrill amplified everything, our bodies pressed tight in the steamy room, wet skin gliding and grinding without mercy. 'Harder, both of you—pound me like the slut I am,' I mumbled around the stranger's cock, my words muffled but desperate. My hands roamed, one on the stranger's balls, squeezing, the other reaching back to claw at Larry's thigh, urging him to go faster. The frenzy built, our breaths ragged, the raw tension pulling us deeper into the chaos, leaving me craving even more of their dominating force.

From Larry's perspective, the stranger suddenly pulled back from Tricia's mouth, his cock slipping out with a wet pop, leaving her lips glistening and swollen. He smirked at us, his chest heaving, then quickly grabbed his clothes from the floor, pulling them on with hurried movements. 'That's my cue,' he muttered, his voice thick with satisfaction, before slipping out the bathroom door, leaving just the echo of our ragged breaths and the steam hanging in the air. I grinned, my cock still throbbing inside Tricia's tight pussy, the thrill of the moment making me even harder. 'Looks like it's just us again, babe,' I growled, gripping her hips and yanking her away from the shower, our bodies dripping wet and slick as I dragged her across the tiled floor toward the nearby bed. Water trailed behind us, puddling on the carpet, as I shoved her onto the king-sized bed, her muscular body landing with a bounce. She was still gasping, her toned arms reaching for me, but I didn't waste a second. I pinned her down, my knees straddling her thighs, and slammed my cock deep into her slick, dripping pussy, feeling her walls clench around me like a vice. 'Fuck, you're so tight,' I grunted, thrusting hard and fast, our wet skin slapping together in a brutal rhythm that made the bed creak. Switching to Tricia's view, the stranger's abrupt departure left a void, but Larry's rough hands on my body filled it instantly, dragging me from the bathroom's steam into the cooler air of the room. My heart pounded, muscles flexing with excitement as he threw me onto the bed, the sheets soaking up the water from our skins. I spread my legs wider, craving his dominance, and moaned loudly as his thick cock plunged back into my pussy, stretching me to the limit. 'Yes, Larry—fuck me harder,' I begged, my voice hoarse, my hands clawing at his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles beneath his wet skin. The public thrill lingered, amplifying every sensation, my body still buzzing from the threesome as his hips drove into me relentlessly. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's words spurred me on, her muscular legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper. I leaned over her, my hands roaming her slick, toned body, tracing the curves of her abs and squeezing her firm tits. The room smelled of sex and steam, our bodies still glistening from the shower, and I could feel the heat building again. Spotting the silk ties on the nightstand—leftovers from some previous indulgence—I grabbed them quickly, wrapping one around her wrist with a swift, tight knot. 'Time to make you mine completely,' I snarled, securing the other tie to the bedpost, binding her arms above her head. She tugged against the restraints, her muscles straining, which only made my cock throb harder as I pounded into her, the bed shaking under us. Switching to Tricia's view, the silk ties bit into my wrists, holding me in place, and a rush of heat flooded my body at the restraint. Larry's cock filled me so deeply, each thrust hitting that perfect spot, making my pussy clench and release in waves. I flexed my arms, testing the bonds, the vulnerability driving me wild, my muscles tensing under his gaze. 'Oh god, yes—tie me up and fuck me like your personal slut,' I gasped, arching my back, my nipples hardening as his hands pinched them roughly. The wet slap of our bodies echoed in the room, my skin still slick and sensitive, every touch intensified by the lingering moisture. I begged louder, 'Pound my pussy harder, Larry—make me scream.' From Larry's perspective, her pleas were music to my ears, fueling the raw urgency in my thrusts. I gripped her hips tighter, driving my cock into her dripping wetness with brutal force, feeling her muscles ripple around me. The bed creaked louder, the headboard thumping against the wall, as I leaned down to bite her neck, tasting the mix of sweat and water on her skin. 'You're gonna take every inch, aren't you?' I demanded, my voice low and commanding, slamming into her faster, the friction building that familiar burn in my balls. Her bound wrists strained against the ties, her body writhing beneath me, and I loved how her toned physique flexed with each impact, her abs tightening as she moaned. Switching to Tricia's view, being tied down heightened everything—Larry's cock ravaging my pussy, his teeth marking my skin, the room spinning with pleasure. I pulled at the silk restraints, my arms aching in the best way, muscles bulging as I fought and surrendered at once. 'Deeper, fuck me deeper,' I cried out, my voice breaking, feeling the wet heat between us, my juices coating his shaft with every punishing thrust. The public sex kink still echoed in my mind, making me wetter, my body craving more of his domination, the bed sheets tangling around our legs as we moved in a frantic, sweaty rhythm. His hands explored my body roughly, squeezing my ass, and I bucked my hips to meet him, desperate for the release building inside me. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's eager responses pushed me to the edge, her tight pussy gripping my cock like it was made for me. I shifted angles, hitting her deeper, our bodies sliding together in a mess of sweat and lingering water, the room filled with the sounds of our fucking—wet slaps, heavy breaths, and her unending begs. I wasn't done yet; I wanted to draw this out, make her scream my name, but the tension was palpable, pulling us toward something explosive. Grinning down at her, I thrust harder, watching her muscles flex and strain, knowing we'd keep going until we both shattered.

From Larry's perspective, still buried deep in Tricia's tight pussy, I felt the heat rising between us, her muscles clenching around my cock with every thrust. The bed shook under our weight, her tied wrists straining against the silk, but I wanted more—something to make this even slicker, more intense. Spotting the bottle of oil on the nightstand, I grinned, pulling out just enough to grab it. 'Let's make you even wetter, babe,' I growled, popping the cap and pouring the cool liquid over her glistening chest, watching it cascade down her toned abs and between her spread legs, mixing with the sweat and remnants of shower water on her skin. The oil slicked her body instantly, turning her muscles into a shiny, slippery canvas. I set the bottle aside and ran my hands over every inch of her, starting from her shoulders, sliding down to squeeze her firm tits, my fingers digging into the oiled flesh. 'Fuck, you feel amazing,' I muttered, my palms gliding lower, coating her stomach and hips, feeling the definition of her abs flex under my touch. I massaged her thighs roughly, spreading the oil everywhere, my cock throbbing as I teased her swollen pussy lips with my fingers, preparing for what came next. Switching to Tricia's view, the sudden coolness of the oil on my overheated skin sent shivers through me, making my nipples harden even more as Larry's rough hands roamed over my body. Bound and helpless, I arched my back, loving how the oil amplified every sensation, turning my muscles into a slick, sensitive playground. 'Oh god, yes—rub it in deeper,' I moaned, my voice ragged, feeling his fingers trace my curves, the wetness making his touch slide effortlessly. My pussy ached from his recent thrusts, clenching at the air as he pulled out momentarily, but I knew he wasn't done; the way he gripped my thighs promised more brutality, my body craving the raw domination he always delivered. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's moans egged me on, her oiled skin begging for more. I flipped her onto her back with one swift motion, her bound wrists twisting above her head as I manhandled her. 'Spread those legs wide for me,' I commanded, forcing her muscular thighs apart, exposing her dripping pussy and tight ass fully. The oil made her glisten under the dim room light, and I couldn't resist—grabbing my cock, I lined it up and slid back inside her pussy in one hard push, feeling her walls grip me tighter than before. But I didn't stop there; I wanted to push her limits. 'Take this,' I snarled, slipping two fingers into her ass alongside my cock, the oil letting me penetrate easily, stretching her with that double invasion. Switching to Tricia's view, the moment Larry flipped me, my world spun with excitement, my muscles flexing wildly as he spread my legs, leaving me completely open. The oil heightened everything—the cool slipperiness contrasting with the heat of his cock plunging back into my pussy, and then his fingers pushing into my ass, filling me in ways that made me gasp. 'Fuck, Larry—it's too much, don't stop,' I cried out, my body overwhelmed, muscles in my thighs and abs tensing hard as the double penetration stretched me. The wet, sweaty slide of his skin against mine, combined with the oil, created a frantic rhythm, every thrust and probe sending jolts of pleasure-pain through me, my moans turning into desperate screams as I pulled at the ties, craving the raw, hardcore domination. From Larry's perspective, her ass clenched around my fingers as I pumped them in sync with my cock, the oil making everything slide so smoothly, our bodies slapping together in a messy, sweaty blur. I leaned over her, my free hand pinning her hip down, driving deeper with each brutal thrust, feeling the resistance give way to her eager responses. 'You're loving this, aren't you? My cock in your pussy and fingers in your ass—fucking you like the slut you are,' I taunted, my voice low and commanding, the room filled with the sounds of our wet, slippery fucking—the squelches, the slaps, her unending begs. Sweat dripped from my forehead onto her oiled skin, mixing into the sheen, and I could feel her muscles rippling, pushing back against me, heightening the urgency. Switching to Tricia's view, being filled so completely drove me wild, Larry's thick cock stretching my pussy while his fingers invaded my ass, the oil turning every movement into a slick, overwhelming frenzy. My body was a taut bowstring, muscles flexing and straining with each dual thrust, the public sex thrill from earlier still echoing in my mind, making me wetter. 'Harder, pound me harder,' I gasped, my voice breaking, feeling the burn of his fingers and cock pushing my limits, the wet skin of our bodies sliding together in a haze of sweat and oil. Every sensation built on the last, my climax hovering just out of reach, my tied wrists aching as I writhed, begging for more of his rough, sweaty domination, knowing we were far from done.

From Larry's perspective, still driving my cock deep into Tricia's slick pussy, her oiled body writhing beneath me, I spotted the heavy flogger on the nightstand—black leather strands promising pain and pleasure. 'Time to turn up the heat,' I growled, not missing a beat as I pulled out just enough to reach for it, my fingers wrapping around the handle. Her ass, already glistening with oil, was begging for it. I swung the flogger down hard across her cheeks, the strands cracking against her skin with a sharp slap that echoed in the room. The impact made her jolt, her muscles tensing around my cock as I thrust back in, pounding her tight pussy mercilessly, the oil making every movement slide with brutal ease. Switching to Tricia's view, the sudden sting of the flogger on my oiled ass hit like fire, a sharp contrast to the relentless fullness of Larry's cock stretching my pussy. 'Fuck—yes!' I gasped, my body arching involuntarily, muscles in my thighs and glutes flexing hard with each lash. The pain mixed with the pleasure, amplifying everything, my moans growing louder, turning into raw cries that filled the air. His thrusts didn't slow; they hammered deeper, faster, my slick skin slapping against his with wet, violent smacks, every sensation pushing me closer to the edge, my bound wrists straining as I begged silently for more of this merciless domination. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's gasps fueled my dominance, her oiled ass reddening under the flogger's bite as I alternated strikes with powerful thrusts. 'Take it, you fucking slut,' I snarled, swinging the flogger again, the leather whipping across her cheeks, leaving faint marks on her toned skin. Her pussy clenched around my cock, squeezing tight with every spank, the oil squelching between us as I rammed in deeper, my hips slamming forward in a rhythm that was pure, brutal fucking. The room reeked of sweat and oil, our bodies sliding and grinding, the wet sounds of skin on skin driving me wild, her moans spurring me to push harder, to break her limits. Switching to Tricia's view, each crack of the flogger on my ass sent shockwaves through me, the sting blooming into heat that spread across my skin, making my muscles tense and release in waves. 'Harder, Larry—fucking hurt me,' I moaned, my voice hoarse, my pussy throbbing around his thick cock as he pounded me without mercy. The oil turned every thrust into a slippery invasion, his balls slapping against my ass with each drive, the combined assault overwhelming my senses—the burn of the lashes, the stretch of his dick filling me, the wet slide of our bodies. I flexed my abs, pushing back against him, craving the raw edge of pain that made the pleasure explode, my screams echoing as I writhed on the bed, tied and exposed. From Larry's perspective, her begging drove me insane, the flogger in my hand feeling like an extension of my control as I brought it down again, spanking her oiled cheeks with forceful slaps that made her skin jiggle. 'That's it, feel every fucking strike,' I growled dominantly, mixing the rough spanking with my relentless thrusts, my cock plunging deep into her tight pussy, stretching her walls. Sweat dripped down my chest, mixing with the oil on her body, our wet skin slapping together violently, the sounds a symphony of dominance. I could see her muscles rippling, her back arching, and it only made me pound harder, fingers gripping the flogger tighter, pushing her boundaries with every brutal motion, her cries blending with my grunts in a haze of raw, sweaty intensity. Switching to Tricia's view, the flogger's lashes were relentless, each one stinging my ass and making my whole body tense, my muscles coiling like springs as Larry's cock hammered into me. 'Oh god, don't stop—pound me raw,' I gasped, my moans escalating into desperate wails, the oil heightening the slide of his thrusts, every inch of him rubbing against my slick walls. The pain from the spanks radiated outward, merging with the pleasure, my pussy dripping around him, the wet slaps of our bodies echoing in my ears. I pulled at the ties on my wrists, my toned arms flexing, lost in the frenzy, every sensation building toward something explosive, his dominant growls pushing me further into the abyss of need, knowing this hardcore ride was far from over. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's body was a perfect canvas for my dominance, her oiled ass bouncing with each spank and thrust, the flogger leaving red welts that made me grin. 'You're mine to fuck and flog,' I taunted, swinging again, the strands whipping across her skin as I drove my cock deeper, faster, our wet skin colliding in violent slaps that filled the room. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, spurring me on, the mix of her tightness and the oil's slickness making every pump feel like pure conquest. I leaned in, my free hand gripping her hip to hold her steady, pushing her boundaries harder with each merciless strike and thrust, the intensity building like a storm, our bodies locked in this raw, sweaty battle.

From Tricia's view, Larry's grip on my hip tightened suddenly, his body shifting as he pulled out just enough to flip me roughly onto all fours, my oiled knees sliding against the sweat-dampened sheets. The silk ties around my wrists yanked taut against the bedposts, my muscular arms flexing hard as I braced myself, ass high in the air, exposed and throbbing from the flogging. His thick cock pressed back against my slick pussy, and then he slammed in deep, the brutal doggy pounding starting with a violent thrust that made my whole body jolt, my toned glutes clenching around him as wet skin slapped together in the heated room. From Larry's perspective, flipping Tricia onto all fours gave me the perfect angle to dominate her completely, her oiled ass cheeks red and marked from the flogger, begging for more. I gripped her hips tightly, fingers digging into her slick skin, and drove my cock back into her dripping pussy with a forceful slam, feeling her tight walls grip me like a vice. 'Take it like the slut you are,' I growled, my voice rough with lust, as I slapped her ass harder with my free hand, the sound of flesh cracking echoing loudly, her muscles flexing under my palm. I thrust deeper, faster, our bodies colliding in a frenzy of wet, slippery slaps, the oil making every pump glide with brutal ease, her moans spurring me to push harder. From Tricia's view, the new position intensified everything—Larry's cock hammering into me from behind, each thrust jolting through my core, my bound wrists straining against the silk as I pulled futilely, my shoulders burning from the tension. His hand came down on my ass again, harder this time, the sting radiating across my oiled skin, making me gasp and arch my back, muscles in my thighs and abs flexing wildly. 'Fuck yes, slap me harder,' I moaned desperately, my voice hoarse, pushing back against his relentless pounding, the wet sounds of our bodies slapping filling the air, mixing with the scent of sweat and oil. Every brutal slam stretched me, his thick shaft rubbing raw against my inner walls, building a fire that made me tremble, raw lust pulsing through me. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's begging only fueled my aggression, her oiled body rocking back to meet my thrusts, her ass jiggling with each hard slap I delivered. I growled commands between grunts, 'Arch that back and take my cock deeper, you greedy bitch,' my hips slamming forward in a punishing rhythm, skin slapping wetly against skin, the room thick with the sounds of our raw fucking. Her muscles flexed under my hands, her pussy clenching tight around me as I pounded her mercilessly, the oil squelching with every drive, heightening the slick friction. I could feel my own muscles straining, sweat dripping down my chest, the dominance surging through me as I pushed her limits, our bodies locked in this violent, sweaty battle. From Tricia's view, Larry's commands echoed in my ears like orders I couldn't resist, each one making me clench harder around his invading cock, my oiled ass stinging from his slaps, the pain blending into a haze of pleasure that had me gasping for more. My bound wrists pulled at the ties, the silk biting into my skin as I flexed my arms, my whole body trembling with the force of his thrusts, wet skin sliding and slapping in a frantic rhythm. 'Pound me raw, don't stop,' I cried out, my moans turning into wild screams, the sensation of his thick cock filling me completely overwhelming, every slick slam pushing me closer to the edge, my muscles coiling tight with raw, unbridled lust. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's screams drove me wild, her oiled body quivering under my assault, her ass cheeks bouncing with each brutal thrust and slap. I gripped her hips harder, pulling her back onto my cock with every forward slam, the wet sounds of our fucking growing louder, more urgent, as sweat and oil mixed on our skin. 'Feel that, you fucking whore—every inch of me owning you,' I snarled, my voice low and commanding, thrusting deeper, faster, our bodies colliding in a symphony of raw passion. Her muscles tensed and released around me, heightening the intensity, both of us gasping and trembling, the lust building like a storm that showed no signs of breaking, our slick, heated connection pushing us further into the depths of desire.

From Tricia's view, my breath finally slowed from the frantic gasps, my chest heaving as I glanced back over my shoulder, locking eyes with Larry's raw, hungry gaze. His face was a mask of pure dominance, sweat dripping down his forehead, his thick cock still buried deep inside my slick pussy, stretching me with every lingering throb. The oil on my skin made everything glide, my muscles flexing involuntarily as I pushed back slightly, craving more of his brutal control. 'Own me completely,' I murmured, my voice hoarse and desperate, the words slipping out amid the wet slaps of our bodies. The haze of sweat and pounding faded just enough for that fierce connection to ignite, turning the raw fucking into something deeper, more primal, my heart racing as I begged, 'Make me yours, Larry—fucking dominate every inch of me.' From Larry's perspective, Tricia's breath evening out caught my attention, her eyes meeting mine with a fierce intensity that cut through the chaos, her oiled body still quivering under my grip. Her words hit like fuel to the fire, her murmur of craving echoing in the steamy room, making my cock twitch inside her tight, dripping pussy. I tightened my fingers on her hips, digging into her slick skin, and slammed harder, my hips driving forward with primal, animal force, the wet slap of our bodies echoing louder. 'You're mine, you greedy slut,' I growled, my voice low and commanding, thrusting deeper into her, feeling her muscles clench around me as our lust intensified into something raw and emotional, the connection binding us tighter in this wild rhythm. From Tricia's view, Larry's grip crushed into my hips, his fingers bruising my oiled flesh as he rammed his cock deeper, each violent thrust jolting through my core and making my bound wrists yank against the silk ties. The wet skin of our bodies slapped together violently, the sound mixing with my moans, my pussy gripping his thick shaft like it was made for this brutal pounding. His words sank into me, fueling the fire, and I arched my back further, muscles in my thighs and abs flexing hard as I pushed back against him. 'Yes, fuck me harder—make me feel it,' I gasped, my voice breaking with raw emotion, the slickness from the oil and my own juices heightening every sensation, our bodies connected in a fierce, wild rhythm that blurred pain and pleasure into one overwhelming wave. From Larry's perspective, her begging pushed me over the edge, Tricia's body responding to every command with eager flexes of her muscular frame, her oiled ass bouncing against my hips as I pounded her mercilessly. The wet slaps grew more urgent, our skin sliding and colliding in a frenzy, sweat mixing with the oil to create a slippery mess that only made me thrust faster. I leaned forward, gripping her shoulders for better leverage, my cock driving into her tight pussy with animal force, feeling her walls squeeze around me. 'Take it all, you fucking whore—I'm owning every part of you,' I snarled, my breaths coming in heavy grunts, the raw emotion building beneath the surface of our brutal fucking, her moans spurring me to push deeper, harder, our connection evolving into something primal and unbreakable. From Tricia's view, the intensity of Larry's thrusts had me trembling, his cock slamming into me with such force that my whole body rocked forward, the silk ties biting into my wrists as I strained against them. Wet skin slapped violently, the sound reverberating through the room, my oiled muscles coiling and releasing with each brutal entry, the slick friction driving me wild. His words wrapped around me like chains, heightening the domination I craved, and I murmured more pleas, 'Deeper, Larry—fucking claim me,' my voice a mix of desperation and lust, eyes locking with his again as our bodies moved in that fierce, wild rhythm. The raw emotion surged through me, turning the pain into ecstasy, my pussy clenching tighter around him, building toward something explosive yet unfulfilled. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's murmurs of craving hit me like whips, her eyes fierce and locked on mine, fueling the primal urge to dominate her completely. I tightened my grip even more, my fingers sinking into her oiled hips as I slammed into her with renewed force, our wet skin slapping together in a violent cadence that echoed our deepening connection. Her muscular body flexed under me, her pussy gripping my cock like a vise, and I growled, 'You're going to feel this for days, bitch,' thrusting harder, faster, the slickness making every movement glide with brutal ease. The lust intensified, raw and emotional, our bodies slick and connected in this wild rhythm, pushing us both to the brink without release, the haze of sweat and pounding drawing us deeper into the chaos.

From Tricia's view, the haze of sweat and pounding still buzzed in my veins, Larry's cock buried deep inside me, but I craved a shift, a chance to turn the tables on this dominating bastard. With a surge of my muscular strength, I twisted my body, flipping him onto his back on the bed, his surprised grunt music to my ears. His thick cock slipped out of my slick pussy with a wet pop, leaving me aching but empowered. I grabbed the silk ties still dangling from the bedposts, looping them around his wrists and pulling tight, binding him securely. 'Your turn to be under my control, you fucking brute,' I snarled, my voice low and commanding, eyes locked on his with dark lust as I straddled his hips, my toned thighs pinning him down. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's sudden move caught me off guard, her strong hands flipping me onto the bed like I weighed nothing, my cock sliding out of her dripping pussy in a rush of heat. Before I could react, she had the silk ties around my wrists, yanking them tight against the bedposts, the fabric biting into my skin. Fuck, this was new—the tables turned, and my dominant ass was restrained. She straddled me, her muscular body glistening with oil and sweat, her pussy hovering just above my throbbing cock. 'Stay the fuck still,' she commanded, her eyes blazing with that same raw hunger I'd seen before, her voice dripping with authority that made my dick twitch despite myself. From Tricia's view, straddling Larry felt intoxicating, his bound wrists making him helpless beneath me, his thick cock standing rigid and begging for attention. I rocked my hips slightly, letting my slick folds brush against his shaft, teasing him with the wetness still coating me from our earlier fucking. Then, I leaned down, my hands roaming over his sweaty, slick chest, tracing the hard lines of his muscles. 'You're going to take what I give you now,' I whispered, my breath hot against his skin, before lowering my mouth to his cock. I wrapped my lips around the head, sucking hard and slow, tasting the mix of our juices and sweat, my tongue swirling around the tip as I took him deeper into my throat. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's weight on my hips pinned me down, her oiled skin sliding against mine, the scent of sex thick in the air. Her words hit like a command I couldn't ignore, and when her mouth enveloped my cock, I groaned loud, my hands straining against the silk ties. The wet heat of her lips sucked me in slow, torturous pulls, her tongue working the underside of my shaft with expert pressure. 'Fuck, Tricia,' I growled, my voice rough with need, feeling her strong hands slide up my abs, nails digging in just enough to sting. Her mouth drove me wild, relentless and eager, bobbing up and down, taking me deeper with each suck, the slick sounds of her lips and tongue mixing with my heavy breaths. From Tricia's view, Larry's groans fueled my dominance, his thick cock filling my mouth as I sucked harder, my lips sliding up and down his shaft with wet, slurping noises. My hands roamed his sweaty body, one gripping his hip to hold him steady while the other traced his muscular chest, feeling his abs flex under my touch. The taste of him—salty and raw—mixed with the remnants of our earlier fucking, making me wetter, my pussy throbbing as I worked him. I pulled back slightly, letting my teeth graze the sensitive head before diving back in, sucking with more force, my muscles coiling with the effort. 'Taste good, doesn't it?' I murmured around his cock, my voice muffled, eyes flicking up to watch his face twist in pleasure. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's mouth on my cock was pure fucking torture, her lips tight and wet, sucking me down with a rhythm that had me bucking my hips despite the ties holding me. Her hands explored every inch, fingers digging into my skin, heightening the sensations as she bobbed her head faster. The slurping sounds echoed in the room, driving me insane, my balls tightening with the build-up. 'Goddamn, you suck like a pro,' I grunted, straining against the restraints, feeling the power shift but loving the raw edge it added. Her tongue flicked and swirled, pushing me closer, the wet heat of her mouth relentless, our sweaty bodies still sliding together in the aftermath of our frenzy. From Tricia's view, Larry's grunts and struggles only made me suck harder, my mouth working his thick shaft with greedy pulls, saliva dripping down to coat his balls. My strong hands squeezed his thighs, feeling the muscles tense under my grip, the slickness from the oil making everything glide. I loved seeing him like this—tied and at my mercy—his cock throbbing in my mouth as I took him deeper, my throat relaxing to accommodate his size. The room smelled of sex and sweat, our bodies still wet from the shower, and I could feel my own arousal building, my pussy dripping onto his leg as I continued my assault, eager to drive him to the edge without letting him cum just yet. From Larry's perspective, every suck from Tricia's mouth sent shocks through my body, her lips and tongue working my cock like she owned it, the wet sounds and her roaming hands pushing me toward that brink. I gripped the sheets tight, my wrists chafing against the ties, the dominance I usually wielded now flipped on its head. 'Don't stop, you fucking tease,' I demanded through gritted teeth, my voice hoarse, feeling her nails rake my skin as she intensified her pace. The buildup was excruciating, our connection deepening in this raw exchange, the air thick with lust and the promise of more, bodies slick and entangled in this unending cycle of hardcore desire.

From Tricia's view, with Larry's wrists bound tight to the bedposts, I positioned myself over his thick cock, feeling the heat radiating from his slick, sweaty skin. My muscular thighs flexed as I lowered myself onto him, his hard shaft sliding into my dripping pussy with a wet, satisfying squelch. I rode him hard from the start, my hips slamming down in brutal thrusts, my toned abs contracting with each powerful movement. The oil and sweat made our bodies glide together, his cock stretching me wide, filling me completely as I ground against him, taking what I wanted. 'Feel that, you bastard? I'm in charge now,' I snarled, my voice sharp and commanding, leaning forward to dig my nails into his chest, watching his face contort with a mix of frustration and raw lust. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's weight bore down on me as she impaled herself on my cock, her tight pussy gripping me like a vice, the sudden invasion making me groan deep in my throat. I strained against the silk ties cutting into my wrists, the fabric unyielding as I bucked my hips upward, desperate to drive deeper, to flip this shit and reclaim control. Her muscular body flexed above me, her abs rippling with every hard bounce, her sweat-dampened skin sliding against mine in a slick, heated mess. 'Fuck, Tricia, you're gonna make me lose it,' I growled, my voice ragged, feeling the primal urge build inside me, trapped and helpless under her dominance, my cock throbbing with every punishing thrust. From Tricia's view, I picked up the pace, my strong legs pumping as I rode him harder, my pussy clenching around his thick shaft with each downward slam. The wet sounds of our fucking filled the room—skin slapping against skin, mixed with the squish of oil and sweat lubricating every movement. My muscles burned with the effort, but it felt incredible, empowering, as I flexed my arms and gripped his shoulders for leverage, forcing him to take my rhythm. 'Stay still and take it, you fucking animal,' I commanded, my tone sharp and unyielding, leaning down to bite his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat as I ground my hips in circles, feeling his cock hit deep inside me. The control was intoxicating, his struggles only fueling my desire, our bodies locked in this wild, primal dance. From Larry's perspective, every thrust from Tricia drove me wild, her tight pussy milking my cock with relentless force, the slickness making her slide up and down like a fucking machine. I pulled hard against the ties, my wrists chafing, the pain mixing with the pleasure in a rush that made my balls tighten. Her muscular frame glistened under the dim light, sweat dripping from her flexing arms and abs, our skin sticking and sliding in a messy, urgent rhythm. 'Goddamn it, Tricia, fuck me harder,' I demanded through gritted teeth, even as I surrendered to her, my raw desire building like a fire, every pound pushing me closer to the edge. The scent of our sex hung heavy in the air, her commanding voice echoing in my ears, making me crave more of this twisted power play. From Tricia's view, his words only spurred me on, my hips slamming down faster, my pussy taking his cock with greedy, forceful strokes. I could feel the sweat trickling down my back, mixing with the oil that coated us both, making our bodies slip and slide in a heated frenzy. My breaths came in sharp gasps, my muscles flexing taut as I rode him, my hands roaming over his chest, pinching his nipples to hear him groan. 'You're mine right now, Larry—every inch of you,' I hissed, my voice low and dominant, arching my back to take him deeper, my clit grinding against his pelvic bone with each thrust. The wet slap of our skin echoed, building the tension, his struggles beneath me heightening the raw lust surging through my veins. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's pussy clamped down on me like a fist, her riding turning brutal, each drop of her hips sending shockwaves up my spine. I thrashed against the silk ties, the restraints holding firm, my muscles straining as I fought to break free, but it only made the desire burn hotter. Her sweat-slicked skin rubbed against mine, the oil turning every touch into a slippery tease, her flexing thighs like steel around my waist. 'Fuck, yes, just like that,' I grunted, my voice breaking with need, feeling the buildup in my core, trapped under her wild control. The way she commanded me pushed me deeper into this primal haze, our bodies meshing in urgent, hardcore rhythm, the edge looming but not quite there. From Tricia's view, I leaned forward, my hands pressing into his bound wrists, pinning him further as I bounced harder, my muscular ass clenching with every upward pull. The mixture of sweat and oil made us glide effortlessly, our wet skin creating a symphony of slick sounds and heavy breaths. I could see the desperation in his eyes, fueling my dominance, my pussy throbbing around his cock as I took him exactly how I wanted. 'Beg for it, Larry—tell me how much you love being under me,' I ordered, my voice sharp and teasing, flexing my arms to show my strength, riding him with unrelenting force, our shared lust pushing us both to new heights of raw, animalistic need. From Larry's perspective, her words cut through the haze, making me growl in response, my cock pulsing inside her as she rode me like a fucking stallion. I strained against the ties once more, the silk digging in, but the pain was nothing compared to the fire in my veins, her wet, flexing body driving me insane. 'I need it, Tricia—fucking need you to keep going,' I rasped, my voice hoarse, feeling the sweat pool between us, our skins sliding in a chaotic, heated mess. The buildup was relentless, her control over me deepening, every thrust amplifying the primal urge, leaving me on the brink, bodies entwined in this unending storm of lust.

From Tricia's view, I yanked the silk ties even tighter around Larry's wrists, feeling the fabric dig deep into his skin, his muscles bulging and straining beneath my fingers. The sight of him helpless, his thick cock still buried inside my slick pussy, sent a rush of power through me. I leaned forward, my toned abs flexing as I whispered harshly, 'You're not going anywhere, you fucker,' my voice dripping with dominance. The ties bit into his flesh, leaving red marks, and I savored the way his body tensed, his hips involuntarily bucking up against me. Grabbing the soaked towel nearby, I pressed it over his eyes, tying it securely, plunging him into darkness. 'Now you're mine completely,' I snarled, my muscular thighs clamping down on him as I ground my hips, feeling his hard shaft throb inside me, the mix of sweat and oil making every movement a slippery, wet tease. From Larry's perspective, the silk ties cut deeper into my wrists, the pain sharp and unrelenting, mixing with the heat of Tricia's pussy gripping my cock like a vise. Everything went black as she blindfolded me with that wet towel, the fabric cool and damp against my face, heightening every other sensation. I couldn't see her, but I felt her weight shift, her muscular body pressing down, her sweat-slicked skin sliding against mine in a chaotic rhythm. 'Fuck, Tricia, what the hell are you doing?' I growled, my voice rough with a blend of anger and raw need, my hips thrusting up despite the restraints, desperate to fuck her harder. The darkness amplified the sounds—our heavy breaths, the wet slap of skin—and the feel of her tight cunt squeezing me, pushing me into a haze of helpless lust, my muscles flexing wildly as I fought the ties. From Tricia's view, with Larry blindfolded and writhing beneath me, I raised my hand and brought it down hard on his muscular ass, the smack echoing through the room, his skin reddening under my palm. 'Take that, you bastard,' I commanded, spanking him again, harder, the wet slap mixing with the oil and sweat that coated us, making his ass cheeks glisten. His body jerked with each strike, his cock twitching inside me, fueling my dominance. I rode him with punishing force, my strong legs pumping as I bounced on his thick shaft, my pussy clenching around him in greedy pulls. Flexing my arms and core, I gripped his hips, slamming down faster, the slick friction building a fire in my veins. 'Feel how I own you,' I hissed, my voice low and fierce, my muscles bulging with every brutal thrust, the wet sounds of our fucking growing louder, his struggles only making me ride harder. From Larry's perspective, the spank on my ass stung like fire, the sharp pain radiating through my body and blending into pure ecstasy, my skin slapping wetly under her hand. 'Shit, Tricia, that's fucking intense,' I moaned, the blindfold trapping me in darkness, every sensation magnified—the burn on my ass, her tight pussy pounding my cock, the slip of our oiled bodies. I strained against the ties, my wrists aching, but the pain pushed me deeper into this savage need, my hips bucking to meet her punishing rhythm. Her muscular thighs flexed around me, her weight driving her down onto my shaft with relentless force, each slam sending shocks up my spine. I groaned louder, the mix of agony and lust overwhelming, my cock throbbing as she rode me like a wild animal, sweat dripping onto my chest, the raw edge of it all making me crave more of her brutal control. From Tricia's view, Larry's moans egged me on, his body arching under me as I spanked his ass again, the sound crisp and loud, his skin turning a deep red. I flexed every muscle in my body, my abs rippling, as I rode him harder, my hips crashing down in a furious rhythm, his thick cock stretching my pussy wide with each wet, forceful slide. The oil made us glide effortlessly, our sweat-slicked skin slapping together in a heated frenzy, the room filled with the primal sounds of our fucking. 'You're loving this, aren't you, you dirty fuck?' I taunted, my voice sharp and commanding, leaning forward to bite his shoulder, tasting the salt of his sweat as I ground against him, my clit rubbing his pelvic bone with every thrust. His struggles only intensified my power, his bound form trembling, pushing us both toward that savage edge. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's spanking lit up my ass with burning pain that bled into ecstasy, each strike making my cock pulse harder inside her dripping cunt. I couldn't see, but I felt everything—her muscular body flexing above me, her pussy slamming down in brutal waves, the ties cutting into my wrists as I thrashed. 'Goddamn, keep going, you bitch,' I rasped, my voice breaking with raw need, the darkness heightening the sensory overload, every wet slap and moan echoing in my head. Her rhythm turned punishing, her hips driving me deeper into this haze, my muscles tensing to the point of breaking, the mix of pain and lust coiling tight in my core. I was lost in it, surrendering to her dominance, our bodies locked in this sweaty, slick battle, the intensity building relentlessly, leaving me on the brink of something wild and uncontrollable.

From Tricia's view, I yanked the silk ties even tighter around Larry's wrists, the fabric biting deep into his flesh, his skin reddening under the strain as his muscles bulged and flexed. His moans grew louder, raw and desperate, fueling my hunger as I rode his thick cock harder, my muscular thighs clamping down like a vice. 'Feel that burn, you bastard,' I snarled, my hands roaming his slick, sweaty chest, fingers digging into his pecs, feeling the hard ridges of his muscles twitch beneath my touch. The oil and sweat made his skin glide under my palms, a wet, slippery mess that heightened every brutal grind of my hips, my pussy slamming down on his shaft with savage force, the wet slap echoing in the room. From Larry's perspective, the ties cut deeper into my wrists, the pain shooting up my arms like fire, making me groan louder, my body arching involuntarily as Tricia's weight crushed down on me. Her hands on my chest felt like iron claws, scraping over my slick skin, pinching and kneading my muscles, sending jolts straight to my cock buried deep in her tight cunt. 'Fuck, Tricia, you're killing me,' I rasped, hips bucking wildly against the restraints, desperate to thrust harder, to break free and flip her over. The blindfold kept me in darkness, amplifying the wet slide of her body, the sting of the ties, and the relentless pounding of her pussy gripping my dick, sweat dripping everywhere, turning us into a mess of raw, animal lust. From Tricia's view, Larry's struggles only made me grind down with more force, my abs flexing tight as I bounced on his throbbing shaft, my clit rubbing against his pelvic bone with every downward slam. I pulled the silk ties tighter still, watching his wrists strain and his veins pop, his moans turning into guttural cries that vibrated through me. My hands slid lower on his chest, nails raking his oiled skin, leaving red trails as I flexed my arms, controlling every inch of him. 'Take it like the whore you are,' I commanded, voice sharp and low, my muscular legs pumping faster, the wet sounds of our fucking filling the air, his cock stretching my pussy wide, pushing me toward that violent edge. From Larry's perspective, every tug on the ties sent a fresh wave of agony through my wrists, blending with the ecstasy of Tricia's tight cunt sliding up and down my cock, her body a slick, muscular machine riding me into oblivion. I strained harder, hips jerking upward in futile bucks, my muscles screaming as I fought the bindings, the pain mixing with the overwhelming heat of her wet skin slapping against mine. 'Goddamn it, let me fuck you back,' I growled through gritted teeth, the darkness making her movements feel even more intense, every grind hitting deeper, her hands on my chest like brands, squeezing and scratching, driving me wild with the need to explode. Sweat poured off us, making everything slip and slide in a frenzy of hardcore need. From Tricia's view, I leaned forward, my toned body arching as I flexed every muscle, from my shoulders to my thighs, riding Larry with punishing rhythm, his cock hitting spots that made me gasp. The silk ties dug in deeper under my fingers, his wrists turning purple, his raw moans spurring me on as I ground down harder, my pussy clenching around him in greedy pulses. My hands roamed his sweaty chest wildly, pinching his nipples hard, feeling his pecs heave with each breath, the oil turning our bodies into a glistening, wet battlefield. 'You're mine to break,' I hissed, voice dripping with dominance, my hips slamming faster, the wet slaps growing louder, his struggles only making me ride with more savage force, building that explosive tension in my core. From Larry's perspective, the ties were like chains holding me down, cutting deep and sharp, my wrists on fire as I thrashed against them, hips bucking in desperate rhythm to meet Tricia's brutal rides. Her hands on my chest were relentless, gripping and twisting, the pain shooting straight to my balls, making my cock throb harder inside her dripping pussy. 'Shit, Tricia, I'm gonna fucking lose it,' I moaned, voice ragged, the blindfold trapping me in a world of sensation—her wet skin sliding, the sting of her nails, the relentless pound of her body. I strained every muscle, fighting for control, but the darkness and her dominance pushed me closer to the brink, sweat soaking us both, the raw lust coiling tighter with each slippery thrust. From Tricia's view, Larry's body tensed beneath me, his muscles flexing wildly as I pulled the ties one last time, his moans echoing like thunder, driving me to grind down with all my strength. My hands pressed hard into his slick chest, feeling his heart pound as I flexed my own muscles, riding him harder, faster, our wet skin slapping in a furious tempo. The buildup was intoxicating, his cock filling me completely, pushing me toward that violent shatter, but I held on, savoring his desperate struggles, my voice a whip: 'Come for me, you fucker.' From Larry's perspective, the pain in my wrists exploded into pure ecstasy as Tricia's pussy clamped down, her body a whirlwind of muscle and sweat riding me mercilessly. I bucked harder, moaning louder than ever, the ties holding me prisoner while her hands roamed and pinched, the wet friction overwhelming. We were both teetering on the edge, our bodies locked in this slick, hardcore battle, the intensity mounting with every thrust, leaving me trembling and craving the release that was just out of reach.

From Larry's perspective, the ties bit deeper into my wrists, the pain a searing fire that mixed with the throbbing ache in my cock as Tricia's tight pussy clenched around me, her body still grinding down in that relentless rhythm. Sweat dripped from everywhere, our skin a slippery mess of oil and heat, and I strained against the silk, my muscles bulging and twitching with the need to break free. But then, something primal took over—my bladder released in a sudden, uncontrollable surge, hot piss spraying out from my cock still buried inside her, soaking her tied, muscular body in warm, wet streams. It splashed across her abs, trickling down her thighs, the acrid scent mixing with the steam and sweat in the air, my hips jerking involuntarily as the release hit me like a shockwave. From Tricia's view, Larry's body tensed beneath me, his cock twitching wildly inside my dripping pussy, and then I felt it—a hot, wet flood gushing over my skin, his piss drenching me from my bound chest down to my flexed thighs. I gasped sharply, my muscles clenching tight in surprise, the warm liquid coating my slick, oiled body and making everything even more slippery. It ran down my abs, pooling between us, the raw, forbidden sensation sending a jolt of twisted excitement through me. My breath hitched, but I didn't pull away; instead, I flexed my strong thighs harder around him, grinding my soaked pussy down on his shaft, the piss adding a new layer of wet heat that made our connection feel even more savage and unhinged. From Larry's perspective, the piss kept flowing, my cock pulsing as it emptied inside her, the hot streams soaking her skin and mixing with the sweat and oil already covering us. Her body shifted above me, her muscles flexing under the onslaught, and I gripped the silk ties tighter with my soaked hands, the fabric digging in further as I bucked my hips up. The blindfold kept me in darkness, heightening the feel of her drenched pussy sliding along my shaft, the wet slap of our bodies echoing louder now, amplified by the fresh moisture. 'Fuck, that's it,' I growled through gritted teeth, my voice rough with the raw lust surging back, my hands straining against the restraints as I drove deeper into her, the piss making every thrust feel slicker, more urgent. From Tricia's view, the hot piss soaked into my skin, drenching my muscular frame and making me gasp again, my abs tightening as I smirked down at him, even through the surprise. His cock twitched inside me, still rock-hard despite the release, and I flexed my thighs powerfully, grinding my soaked pussy harder against his pelvis, feeling the warm liquid squelch between us. It was filthy, exhilarating, pushing me deeper into the dominance I craved. 'You dirty fucker,' I murmured, my voice low and commanding, leaning forward to rake my nails down his slick chest, leaving red trails on his oiled skin. My hips rolled faster, muscles bulging with each brutal slam, the wet sounds of our fucking turning into a sloppy, primal symphony that made my clit throb against him. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's pussy gripped me like a vise as she ground down, her soaked body sliding effortlessly now, the piss adding a slippery layer that made every movement feel even more intense. My wrists burned from the ties, but the pain only fueled the fire in my gut, my cock throbbing as I thrust up into her, desperate to reclaim some control. The scent of piss and sweat filled the air, mingling with her moans, and I could feel her muscles flexing around me, her thighs like steel bands trapping me in place. 'Take it all, you bitch,' I rasped, my voice breaking with the effort, my blindfolded world spinning with the raw need building again, every slick grind pushing me toward another edge. From Tricia's view, I smirked wider at Larry's growled words, his piss still dripping off my skin as I flexed my strong legs, riding him with renewed fury. The wet heat coated us both, making our bodies slide in a frantic, slippery rhythm, and I leaned back, my hands pressing into his bound wrists, feeling the ties cut deeper under my grip. His cock filled me perfectly, stretching my pussy with each upward buck, and I ground down harder, my muscles rippling with the effort. 'That's right, let it all out,' I commanded sharply, my voice echoing in the room, the mix of fluids turning our fucking into something even more animalistic. The sensation of his hot release on my skin heightened everything, my own lust spiking as I bounced faster, the wet slaps growing louder. From Larry's perspective, the ties held me fast, my soaked hands clawing at them futilely as Tricia's drenched body moved above me, her pussy slamming down in a brutal tempo that had me moaning louder. The piss had made everything messier, wetter, the slick friction driving me wild, my cock buried deep and pulsing with every grind. I could hear her breathing raggedly, feel her muscles flexing against me, and the darkness from the blindfold made it all more vivid—the sticky slide of our skin, the acrid tang in the air, the way her weight pinned me down. 'Fuck me harder,' I demanded through a groan, hips jerking up to meet her, the raw lust mixing with the fresh wetness, building that familiar tension all over again. From Tricia's view, Larry's demands only spurred me on, my body glistening with the mix of sweat, oil, and his piss as I rode him harder, my muscular legs pumping with savage force. His cock hit deep inside me, the slippery mess making each thrust feel urgent and raw, and I flexed my abs, grinding my clit against him with every downward slam. The room echoed with our wet, slapping bodies, and I pulled the ties tighter on his wrists, watching his muscles strain beneath me. 'You'll take what I give,' I hissed, my voice dripping with dominance, the forbidden thrill of his release pushing us both toward that explosive edge, our brutal pounding resuming with even more intensity, leaving us locked in this wet, hardcore frenzy.

From Larry's perspective, the ties still bit into my wrists, holding me down as Tricia's soaked pussy slammed down on my cock, her muscular thighs flexing with every brutal grind. The mix of piss, sweat, and oil made her slide effortlessly, the wet slaps echoing in the room, but a surge of playfulness mixed with my raw need. I managed to free one hand from the silk ties with a sudden jerk, my fingers slipping up to her throat, wrapping around it with just enough force to make her gasp. 'Take this, you fucking tease,' I growled, squeezing playfully, feeling her pulse throb under my grip as I thrust my hips up harder, my cock pounding deep into her dripping cunt. From Tricia's view, Larry's hand shot up unexpectedly, his fingers closing around my throat with a firm, teasing squeeze that made me gasp sharply, the pressure heightening the rush of pleasure and pain. My muscles tensed instinctively, abs flexing tight as I rode him faster, my pussy clenching around his thick shaft despite the choke. The wet mess between us squelched louder with each slam, his cock stretching me wide, and I clawed at his chest, nails digging into his slick skin, leaving red marks on his oiled muscles. 'Is that all you've got?' I taunted through the grip, my voice hoarse, my body arching back as I ground down harder, the dominance flipping in that electric moment, my thighs burning with the effort. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's pussy gripped my cock like a vice as she bounced faster, her muscles rippling under the sheen of wetness, and I tightened my hold on her throat just a bit more, mixing that playful edge with the raw fuck. Her gasps fueled me, my hips slamming up to meet her, driving my dick deeper into her slick hole, the sound of our bodies colliding like a wet, frantic beat. The piss and sweat made everything slide wildly, her juices coating my balls as they slapped against her ass, and I could feel the heat building, the pain from the ties on my other wrist forgotten in the surge of lust. 'Fuck, you're tight,' I rasped, my voice low and commanding, thrusting faster to blend the choke with the pleasure, her body trembling above me. From Tricia's view, the pressure on my throat made my head spin, a delicious mix of air restriction and ecstasy as Larry's cock hammered into my pussy, each thrust hitting spots that made my muscles flex wildly. I clawed his chest harder, feeling the sweat and oil smear under my nails, my breaths coming in short, ragged bursts as I pushed through the sensation, riding him with savage force. Our wet skins slapped together, the room filled with the scent of sex and piss, and I smirked through the choke, my hips rolling to take him deeper, my clit grinding against his pelvis with every drop. 'Harder, you bastard,' I moaned, my voice a mix of command and desperation, the dominance battle turning me on more, my body slick and unyielding. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's words egged me on, her pussy soaking my cock as I slammed into her, the playful choke making her ride even wilder, her muscles bulging with effort. I released her throat just enough to let her gasp fully, then squeezed again, mixing pain and pleasure in a rhythm that matched our fucking. Her juices dripped down, mixing with the piss on our skins, the wet friction driving me insane as I bucked up, my free hand gripping her hip to pull her down harder. The blindfold kept me in darkness, heightening the feel of her tight cunt squeezing me, the sounds of her moans and our slapping bodies echoing like a pornographic symphony. 'You're mine now,' I grunted, hips pounding faster, the dominance shifting back as I felt her body yield just a little. From Tricia's view, Larry's grip on my throat loosened and tightened in a teasing pattern, each squeeze making my vision blur at the edges while his cock ravaged my pussy, the wet thrusts pushing me to my limits. I clawed his chest deeper, muscles flexing as I met his pace, our bodies sliding in a frenzy of sweat and fluids, the air thick with the raw scent of our lust. Despite the choke, I rode him harder, my strong legs pumping, feeling the power exchange in every slick slam. 'Try to break me,' I challenged, gasping as his dick hit deep, my abs tightening with the building wave, the wet skin-on-skin contact amplifying the hardcore thrill, leaving me craving more of this twisted game. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's challenge ignited something primal, my hand still on her throat as I slammed my cock deeper, hips bucking with urgent force, the mix of pain and pleasure pushing us both. Her pussy was a hot, wet grip around me, every thrust making her muscles clench, our bodies drenched and sliding wildly. I could hear her breaths hitch under my fingers, feel the vibration of her moans, and it drove me to pound faster, the piss and sweat making the friction even more intense. 'Feel that, bitch,' I growled, releasing her throat to grab her ass, pulling her down onto my shaft with brutal strength, our wet forms colliding in a haze of dominance and desire. From Tricia's view, as Larry's hand left my throat, I drew in a deep breath, my body still buzzing from the choke, his cock thrusting deep and fast into my slick pussy. I clawed at him one last time, muscles flexing as our wet bodies slammed together harder, the lust and dominance wrapping around us like a vice, leaving us both on the edge of something fiercer, the room echoing with our unrelenting, hardcore rhythm.

From Larry's perspective, with a sudden surge of strength, I yanked my other wrist free from the silk tie, the fabric tearing slightly as it gave way. My hand shot up to join the first, both wrapping around Tricia's throat with a firm, unyielding grip, squeezing just enough to make her eyes widen. 'Now you're really mine,' I snarled, my voice rough with dominance, as I thrust my cock deep into her dripping pussy, hips slamming up hard and fast, the wet squelch of her juices echoing in the room. Her muscular body trembled above me, and I brought my hand down on her oiled ass with a sharp smack, the slap reverberating through her slick skin, leaving a red mark that made her gasp. From Tricia's view, Larry's hands closed around my throat with both of them now, the pressure building intensely as he drove his thick cock deeper into my pussy, each brutal thrust making my muscles clench and quiver. The choke restricted my air, heightening the raw frenzy, and then his palm cracked against my oiled ass, the sting shooting through me like fire, my skin slapping wetly against his. I gasped, my body trembling uncontrollably, muscles flexing wildly as the mix of choking and spanking pushed me into a primal lust haze. 'Fuck yes,' I moaned hoarsely, my voice strained, riding him harder despite the grip, my hips grinding down to meet his punishing rhythm, the wet friction driving me insane. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's pussy tightened around my shaft with every choke, her body shaking as I spanked her ass again, the sound of my hand meeting her oiled flesh loud and satisfying. I slammed my cock faster, deeper, feeling her slick walls grip me, the piss and sweat making everything slide messily. Her muscles bulged under my hands, and I squeezed her throat a bit more, watching her face flush as she gasped for breath. 'Take it, you slut,' I growled, my hips bucking wildly, the wet slaps of our bodies colliding filling the air, her juices coating my balls as they smacked against her. The dominance surged through me, reversing our roles completely, and I loved how her trembling only made me fuck her harder. From Tricia's view, the dual grip on my throat made my head spin, a dizzying rush of pain and pleasure as Larry's cock pounded my pussy relentlessly, each deep thrust hitting my core. His hand came down on my ass again, harder this time, the violent slap echoing off the walls, my oiled skin burning from the impact. I trembled, my muscles flexing and straining, pushed into a raw, feral frenzy where every sensation amplified the lust. 'Harder, you bastard,' I choked out, my voice barely above a whisper, clawing at his shoulders with my nails, feeling the sweat and oil smear between us as I arched my back, my hips slamming down to meet his, the wet skin-on-skin contact a chaotic symphony of dominance and desire. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's challenge fueled my fire, her body quaking under my control as I maintained the choke, my fingers digging in rhythmically while I spanked her ass once more, the crack of my hand against her flesh mixing with the sloppy sounds of my cock fucking her tight cunt. Her muscles rippled beneath the sheen of wetness, and I thrust faster, deeper, the head of my dick hitting her deepest spots, making her gasp and writhe. The room reeked of sex and sweat, the hot scent driving me wild as our bodies slid together violently, her pussy soaking wet and clenching around me. I growled low, 'Feel that power, bitch,' pulling her down harder onto my shaft, the brutal rhythm of choking, spanking, and pounding blending into one intense wave. From Tricia's view, Larry's spanks rained down on my oiled ass, each one a sharp sting that made my whole body jolt, my muscles trembling as his cock ravaged my pussy with unrelenting force. The choking grip on my throat kept me on the edge, my breaths coming in short, ragged bursts, heightening the primal rush as our wet skins slapped together in a frenzied beat. I gasped louder, my vision blurring slightly from the pressure, but the pain only stoked the fire, making me crave more of his dominance. 'Don't stop,' I urged through the tightness, my voice hoarse and desperate, flexing my thighs to grind against him, our bodies slick and entangled in a wild dance of lust, every thrust pushing us further into the abyss. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's pleas egged me on, her trembling form spurring me to choke her throat a little tighter, then release just enough for her to suck in air, all while I slammed my cock deep and spanked her ass again, the violent slap echoing like a command. Her pussy gripped me like a fist, wet and hot, and I felt her muscles convulse with each impact, the mix of fluids making our connection slippery and intense. I could hear her gasps turning to moans, her body arching in submission, and I thrust harder, faster, the raw power exchange leaving me breathless. 'You're fucking breaking for me,' I rasped, my hands and hips working in perfect, brutal harmony, our wet skins colliding in a relentless rhythm that promised more. From Tricia's view, the alternating pressure on my throat and the sharp smacks on my ass drove me into a whirlwind of sensation, my muscles quivering as Larry's cock plunged deep into my pussy, each thrust a dominant claim. The wet slaps of our bodies filled the room, the oil and sweat amplifying every touch, and I gasped, my body pushed to its limits in this primal frenzy. I clawed at him, feeling the burn in my ass and the throb in my throat, yet the lust only grew, my hips bucking wildly to meet his, the boundary-pushing intensity leaving me craving the next hit, the next choke, our connection teetering on the edge of complete surrender.

From Larry's perspective, still buried deep inside Tricia's dripping pussy, I released my grip on her throat just enough to let her gasp for air, my hands sliding down her slick, muscular body. The room's heat had me craving something to cool the burn, and spotting a half-melted tub of ice cream on the nightstand—leftover from earlier—I reached over with a smirk, scooping a handful of the cold, sticky mess. 'Let's make this even more fucking messy,' I growled, pulling my cock out slowly, feeling her pussy clench in protest as I dripped the ice cream over her toned abs, letting it ooze down toward her swollen clit and between her ass cheeks, the cold contrasting sharply with her hot, oiled skin. Her muscles twitched under the chill, and I targeted her nipples next, watching the sticky cream slide over her hard peaks and down her curves, making her gasp as it hit her sensitive spots. From Tricia's view, Larry's sudden withdrawal left me aching, my pussy throbbing from the brutal pounding, but then the cold shock of ice cream hit my skin, a sticky trail gliding over my abs and pooling around my clit. It felt like ice against fire, my muscles flexing wildly as the chill seeped in, heightening every nerve. 'What the fuck are you doing?' I moaned, my voice hoarse from the choking, my body trembling as the cream slid lower, coating my ass and making me shiver. His hands smeared it further, the stickiness mixing with the oil and piss, creating a slick, wet mess that made my skin glisten even more, my hips bucking involuntarily as the cold teased my oversensitive flesh. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's body reacted perfectly to the ice cream, her muscles rippling under the sticky layer as I let more drip from my fingers onto her inner thighs, watching it melt and slide toward her pussy lips. The sight drove me wild—her slick, muscular form now a canvas of cold and heat—and I leaned in, my tongue rough and eager as I started at her abs, licking slowly up the trail of cream. The sweetness mixed with the salt of her sweat, my mouth working deliberately, teasing her with long, slow strokes that avoided her clit just to build the tension. 'Taste so fucking good covered in this shit,' I murmured against her skin, my breath hot on the cold mess, my cock throbbing as I explored every crevice, dipping my tongue into her navel before moving lower, savoring the way her body arched. From Tricia's view, Larry's tongue on my skin was torture and bliss, the rough texture scraping through the sticky ice cream, sending chills up my spine as he licked slowly, deliberately prolonging each touch. My muscles flexed hard, my abs tightening as he worked his way down, the cold cream turning warm under his mouth, mixing with the wetness between my legs. 'Oh god, yes, lick it all off,' I gasped, my voice laced with desperation, my hands clawing at the sheets as the sensation built, his tongue exploring the curves of my hips and teasing the edges of my pussy. The wet slurps and my moans filled the air, my body craving more of his rough touch, the ice cream's stickiness making every lick feel like a claim on my flesh, pushing me deeper into that raw, primal haze. From Larry's perspective, Her pleas spurred me on, my tongue delving deeper into the sticky mess on her thighs, tracing the lines of ice cream down to her ass, where I let it pool before licking it up with teasing slowness. Her pussy was right there, dripping and inviting, but I held back, focusing on the sensitive spots—the underside of her breasts, the crease of her groin—my rough tongue flicking and lapping, building that sexual tension until she was squirming. 'You're fucking shaking for me,' I rasped, my voice muffled against her skin, my hands gripping her muscular legs to spread them wider, the ice cream melting and mixing with her juices, creating a slippery chaos that made my cock ache to plunge back in. Her flexing muscles under my mouth only made me go slower, drawing out every lick to heighten the desire. From Tricia's view, Every drag of Larry's tongue felt like fire on ice, his rough surface abrading the sticky cream off my skin, exploring every curve and crevice with agonizing slowness that had my nerves screaming. He hit my sensitive spots perfectly—the dip of my collarbone, the swell of my ass—making me moan louder, my muscles flexing and straining as the cold melted into warmth, amplifying the wetness everywhere. 'Deeper, you bastard, don't stop,' I begged, my breath coming in short bursts, my pussy clenching with unmet need as his tongue teased closer but never quite touching where I wanted it most. The raw tension coiled in my core, his hands pinning me in place, the mix of sensations driving me wild, my body slick and trembling, craving the moment he'd finally take me again. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's begging was music, her body a writhing mess of slick muscles and melting ice cream, and I finally let my tongue venture to her clit, licking the sticky residue with deliberate, rough strokes that made her hips jerk. The taste was intoxicating—sweet cream blended with her arousal—and I explored further, delving into her folds, lapping up every drop while my hands roamed her body, pinching her nipples to add to the overload. 'This pussy's mine to tease,' I grunted, feeling her tense and moan, the raw desire building between us like a storm, my cock hard and ready to slam back in, but I held off, savoring the way her muscles flexed under my touch, the wet sounds of my tongue working her pushing us both to the brink.

From Larry's perspective, as my tongue worked relentlessly on Tricia's swollen clit, lapping up the sticky remnants of ice cream mixed with her dripping juices, a sudden crash echoed through the room—the bathroom door bursting open. I paused for a split second, my mouth still pressed against her slick folds, and glanced up to see a tall, muscular stranger standing there, his eyes wide with lust, drawn in by our loud, primal moans. His presence fueled my dominance, my cock throbbing harder as I growled against Tricia's skin, 'Looks like we've got company, babe. Let's make this fucking unforgettable.' From Tricia's view, Larry's tongue halted abruptly, the sudden interruption making my body tense, my muscles flexing wildly as I craned my neck to see the intruder. The stranger was built like a brick wall, his shirt already half-unbuttoned, revealing a chiseled chest glistening with sweat. My pussy clenched around nothing, the raw excitement surging through me as I locked eyes with Larry, our heated glance speaking volumes—we both craved this escalation. 'Fuck yes, get over here,' I rasped, my voice hoarse and commanding, spreading my legs wider in invitation, the oil and piss-slicked mess on my skin making me feel even more exposed and ready. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's words ignited something feral in me, and I pulled back from her, my cock slick and hard, standing at attention as the stranger stripped off his clothes in a frenzy. His muscles rippled under the steamy bathroom lights, his skin already damp from the humid air, and I could see his thick cock spring free, rock-hard and ready. Grabbing Tricia by the hips, I hauled her up against me, our wet bodies sliding together as I nodded at the newcomer. 'Join the fucking party,' I snarled, my hands roaming her oiled curves, positioning her so her ass pressed against my erection while we both faced the stranger. The room reeked of sex and sweat, the sounds of our heavy breathing mixing with the distant drip of water from the shower. From Tricia's view, As the stranger stepped closer, his muscular frame towering over us, I felt a rush of adrenaline, my heart pounding in my chest as Larry's hands gripped me tighter. Our bodies were a slippery mess—wet skin from the oil, ice cream, and earlier fluids—and I reached out, grabbing the stranger's arm, pulling him into our chaos. His hands immediately found my tits, squeezing hard, fingers digging into my flexed muscles as his tongue darted out to lick the sticky residue from my neck. 'Oh shit, yes, take me,' I moaned, arching my back, feeling Larry's cock slide between my ass cheeks while the stranger's mouth explored my collarbone, his breath hot against my skin. From Larry's perspective, With the three of us colliding in a frenzy, I pushed Tricia forward, her muscular body pressing against the stranger's, their sweaty skins sliding with a wet slap that echoed off the tiles. I watched as he dropped to his knees, his tongue lapping at her pussy with eager, rough strokes, while I positioned myself behind her, slamming my cock back into her tight ass in one brutal thrust. The sensation was overwhelming—her hole clenching around me, the wetness making every movement slick and urgent. 'Pound that fucking pussy,' I commanded the stranger, my hands on Tricia's hips, guiding the rhythm as our bodies moved in a wild, synchronized fuck. The air filled with the sounds of skin slapping, moans blending into a chorus, and I could feel the heat radiating from all of us, pushing our limits in this raw, high-intensity threesome. From Tricia's view, Sandwiched between them, I was lost in the onslaught, the stranger's tongue fucking my pussy deep and fast while Larry's cock stretched my ass, each thrust making my muscles flex and tremble. Their hands were everywhere—gripping my thighs, pinching my nipples, the wet slap of skin against skin driving me insane. 'Harder, both of you, fuck me harder,' I gasped, my voice breaking as I clawed at the stranger's shoulders, feeling his slick muscles bunch under my fingers. The mix of pain and pleasure was intoxicating, my body slick with sweat and fluids, every nerve ending on fire as they took me without mercy, the bathroom turning into a battlefield of lust. From Larry's perspective, As the stranger rose, flipping Tricia onto her back against the cold tile floor, I joined in, spreading her legs wide and plunging my cock back into her dripping pussy while he positioned himself at her mouth. She took him eagerly, her lips wrapping around his shaft, sucking hard as I pounded her relentlessly, our hips slamming together in a brutal rhythm. The sight of her muscular body arching between us, her tits bouncing with each thrust, made my balls tighten. 'Take it all, you dirty slut,' I grunted, leaning down to bite her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat mixed with the stranger's scent, our wet skins gliding in a frenzy of hardcore fucking that blurred the lines of control. From Tricia's view, Overwhelmed by the dual assault, I sucked the stranger's cock deeper, my tongue swirling around his thick head while Larry's relentless pounding in my pussy sent shockwaves through me. Their muscular bodies pressed against mine, wet and slippery, heightening every sensation—their grunts, the slap of flesh, the musky smell of sex filling the air. I flexed my abs, meeting Larry's thrusts, craving the raw domination as the stranger's hands tangled in my hair, forcing me to take him further. It was public, exposed, and utterly filthy, pushing me to new heights of ecstasy, my moans vibrating around the cock in my mouth. From Larry's perspective, The threesome escalated, the stranger and I trading positions, him now slamming into Tricia's ass while I fucked her mouth, her strong hands gripping our thighs as we drove her wild. Our bodies were a tangle of sweat and muscle, the wet sounds of fucking echoing louder, building toward something unstoppable. I could see the strain in her eyes, the way her body begged for more, and I knew we were all teetering on the edge, the intensity ratcheting up with every hard thrust.

From Larry's perspective, As the stranger pulled away, his cock slipping out of Tricia with a wet pop, he shot us a smug grin and backed toward the door, zipping up his pants without a word. The room felt emptier instantly, but my blood was still pumping, my cock throbbing and slick with her juices. I grabbed Tricia by the waist, yanking her against me, our sweat-drenched bodies colliding with a loud slap. Her muscles flexed under my hands, her skin glistening from the oil and mess we'd made, and I drove my hard cock deep into her tight pussy in one brutal thrust. 'You're all mine again, you fucking tease,' I growled, my hips slamming forward, feeling her walls clench around me like a vice, the wet heat driving me insane. From Tricia's view, The stranger's departure left a void, but Larry's rough hands on my hips filled it immediately, pulling me flush against his slick, muscular body. His cock plunged into my pussy, stretching me wide, and I wrapped my legs around him tightly, my thighs flexing with raw power as I ground down, meeting his thrusts. The sweat poured off us, mixing with the remnants of oil and cum, making every movement slippery and urgent. 'Fuck yes, Larry, pound me harder,' I moaned, my voice ragged, my nails digging into his shoulders as his thick shaft hit deep, each slam sending shockwaves through my core, my muscles tensing and releasing in a frenzy of lust. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's legs locked around me like iron bands, her strong body arching to take me deeper, and I dropped to my knees without breaking rhythm, laying her out on the cold tile floor. My fingers traced her wet curves, sliding over her oiled tits and down to her slick folds, feeling the heat radiating from her. I pulled out just enough to flip her onto her back, then thrust back in, my cock burying itself in her pussy with a squelch. Leaning down, I licked her clit roughly, tasting the salt of her sweat and the tang of our earlier mess, my tongue flicking fast and hard while my hips kept pounding. 'Your pussy's so fucking tight, dripping all over me,' I grunted, my hands gripping her ass, spreading her wider as I felt her muscles ripple under my touch. From Tricia's view, Larry's weight pressed me into the floor, his cock filling me completely, and when he dropped to his knees, his fingers explored my curves with demanding force, tracing every inch of my slick skin. His tongue lapped at my pussy, rough and insistent, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core as he kept fucking me deep. I bucked against him, my muscular legs flexing wildly, the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together echoing in the steamy room. 'Oh god, yes, lick me while you fuck me raw,' I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as his thrusts grew faster, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me, making my whole body tremble with building ecstasy. From Larry's perspective, Her words spurred me on, and I ramped up the pace, my hips slamming into her with brutal force, our sweat-slick bodies grinding together in a haze of raw lust. I straightened up, gripping her thighs to hold her in place, my cock plunging in and out of her tight hole, the friction intense despite the wetness. Her muscles flexed and contracted around me, milking my shaft, and I could feel the heat building in my balls, every thrust pushing us closer. 'Take it, you dirty bitch, feel how hard I am for you,' I snarled, leaning down to bite her neck, tasting the salt and oil, my hands roaming her flexing abs, feeling the power in her body as she matched my rhythm. From Tricia's view, Larry's bites on my neck sent shivers down my spine, his cock pounding my pussy with unrelenting force, each slam making my muscles tense and release in waves. Our bodies were a mess of sweat and fluids, sliding against each other with wet, slapping sounds that filled the air, heightening the intensity. I arched my back, grinding my hips up to meet him, my legs wrapped tight around his waist, flexing with every powerful thrust. 'Harder, Larry, fuck me like you own me,' I begged, my voice hoarse, my hands clawing at his slick back, feeling his muscles bunch and strain as he dominated me, the raw passion igniting every nerve, building toward an explosion I couldn't hold back. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's demands fueled my dominance, and I fucked her harder, my cock driving deep into her slick pussy, our bodies moving in a frantic rhythm. Sweat dripped from my forehead onto her glistening skin, mixing with the oil and cum, making everything slide and slap with urgent need. Her muscles flexed beneath me, her tight walls gripping my shaft, and I could feel her getting closer, her moans growing louder. I didn't let up, thrusting faster, my hands pinning her shoulders to the floor, lost in the hardcore frenzy, our lust exploding in a storm of wet, raw sensation that left us both gasping for more.

From Tricia's view, My breath finally slowed, chest heaving as I locked eyes with Larry, the fierce intensity in his gaze mirroring the fire raging inside me. Sweat dripped down my face, mixing with the oil and cum coating our bodies, and I murmured low and commanding, 'You're mine now, Larry, every fucking inch of you. I'm taking control, making you beg.' My voice was a rough whisper, muscles flexing as I gripped his slick shoulders, feeling his cock still buried deep inside my throbbing pussy, the wet heat pulsing with every heartbeat. From Larry's perspective, Her words hit me like a jolt, and I surrendered fully, letting the raw lust deepen into something savage and unbreakable. Our bodies pressed together, muscles tensing in that primal connection, and I felt her power overwhelming me. 'Take me, Tricia, fucking own me,' I growled, my hips bucking involuntarily as her tight walls squeezed my throbbing cock, the slickness from our sweat and fluids making every movement urgent and brutal. I relaxed my grip on her shoulders, giving in, my body a taut wire ready to snap. From Tricia's view, With Larry yielding beneath me, I flexed my strong thighs and ground my wet pussy down hard on his struggling hips, dominating every thrust. Our sweaty bodies slammed together, skin slapping wetly in the steamy room, and I rode him with brutal force, my muscles rippling as I forced his cock deeper. 'Feel that, you bastard? I'm pounding you raw,' I moaned, nails digging into his chest, leaving red marks on his slick, oiled skin, the friction building that savage heat that made my whole body tremble. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's dominance crashed over me like a wave, and I slammed my cock deep into her slick pussy, our sweaty bodies flexing in perfect, brutal rhythm. The pounding grew harder, faster, her thighs clamping around me like vices, the wet sounds of our fucking echoing off the walls. Sweat poured down my back, mixing with the oil, making our skin slide and grip in a frenzy. 'Fuck, yes, take it all,' I grunted through gritted teeth, my hands roaming her flexing abs, feeling the power in her muscles as she controlled the pace, pushing me to the edge with every violent thrust. From Tricia's view, Larry's surrender fueled my hunger, and I arched my back, grinding my dripping pussy down on his thick shaft, our bodies locked in that savage connection. I flexed my thighs harder, forcing his hips to match my rhythm, the slick skin slapping loudly as we pounded relentlessly. 'You're mine to break, Larry,' I hissed, my voice laced with raw lust, muscles tensing with each deep penetration, the wet heat building inside me, threatening to shatter everything. His cock hit that perfect spot, sending shocks through my core, and I rode him harder, our sweat-slick bodies writhing in unyielding passion. From Larry's perspective, The way Tricia owned me deepened the raw lust, our muscles straining in that fierce bond, and I thrust upward with all my strength, slamming my cock deep into her tight, wet pussy. Our bodies flexed and collided, the brutal force making every slap of skin echo like thunder, sweat and oil flying with each movement. 'Destroy me, Tricia, fucking ruin me,' I groaned, my hands gripping her hips, feeling her muscles ripple under my fingers as she ground down, the intensity pushing us both to the brink, my balls tightening with the need to explode. From Tricia's view, Larry's words spurred me on, and I flexed my thighs even more, dominating his struggling hips as I slammed down, our sweaty bodies moving in a blur of raw power. The slickness amplified every thrust, our skin slapping wetly, the steamy air thick with our moans. 'Take my cock like the beast you are,' I commanded, my voice breaking with lust, muscles flexing wildly as I felt him throb inside me, the building pressure driving me insane. Our primal screams filled the room, echoing off the walls, as we pushed each other harder, the frenzy reaching a violent peak. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's control was intoxicating, and I surrendered completely, our bodies shattering violently as we slammed together, slick skin slapping in a final, brutal crescendo. Her wet pussy clenched around my cock, milking it with every grind, and I felt the explosion building, our muscles tensing in that savage rhythm. 'We're fucking breaking apart,' I gasped, hips bucking wildly, the raw connection pulling us deeper into the storm, but the edge loomed, our lust unending, demanding more even as the world blurred around us.

From Tricia's view, As Larry's hips bucked wildly beneath me, his body still trembling from the violent climax that ripped through us, I saw his eyes soften behind the blindfold, the fierce fight in him melting into deeper surrender. Our sweaty bodies pressed together, slick with oil and cum, my muscles flexing as I leaned down, my breath hot against his ear. 'You're mine, Larry, every fucking thrust, every drop of sweat—I'm going to own you completely, make you crave this control forever,' I whispered, my voice breathy and possessive, my pussy still clenching around his throbbing cock, the wet heat making me grind down harder. From Larry's perspective, Her words wrapped around me like chains, pulling me under as my eyes softened behind the blindfold, the world narrowing to the feel of her dominating weight on top of me. Our bodies trembled in the aftermath, sweat dripping down my chest, mixing with the oil that made our skin slide and stick in raw, urgent ways. 'Fuck, Tricia, take it all—own me, break me,' I groaned, my cock twitching inside her tight, wet pussy, the sensation pushing me toward another edge, my muscles tensing in that fierce emotional trust, blending the pain of her grip with the lust that demanded more. From Tricia's view, His surrender fueled the fire inside me, and I tightened my grip on his wrists, the silk ties cutting deeper into his skin as I flexed my muscular thighs, pinning him in place. Our sweaty bodies shook with aftershocks, the room thick with the scent of sex and steam, and I whispered again, 'I crave this, Larry—crave making you mine, feeling you shatter under my command.' My hands roamed his slick chest, nails scraping his oiled skin, my pussy grinding down on his hard shaft, the wet slapping sounds echoing as I prepared to push his limits further, my muscles rippling with raw power. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's whispers sank into me, deepening the lust into something primal and unbreakable, our bodies trembling in sync as I felt her muscles flex against me. The blindfold heightened every sensation—her breath on my neck, the slickness of her skin sliding over mine, the way her wet pussy squeezed my cock like a vice. I moaned softly, a raw sound escaping my throat, 'Do it, Tricia—fucking break me, push harder,' my hips straining upward despite the ties, sweat pouring down my back, the emotional domination mixing with the physical urgency, ready for whatever brutal command she had next. From Tricia's view, With Larry's soft moan vibrating through me, I leaned closer, my breasts pressing against his sweaty chest, nipples hard and slick as I whispered more confessions. 'I need to own you, Larry, every inch of your muscular body, your cock buried deep while I take control—it's all I fucking crave.' Our bodies trembled together, the lust evolving into a fierce trust, my hands sliding down to grip his hips, muscles flexing as I lifted slightly and slammed back down, his cock hitting deep inside my dripping pussy, the wet sounds amplifying the raw connection. From Larry's perspective, Her possessive words ignited something deeper, our sweaty forms locked in that intense rhythm, my body betraying me with every tremble as I surrendered fully. The blindfold made her touch electric, her fingers digging into my hips, the oil and sweat making us glide in a frenzy. 'Yes, own me completely,' I gasped, my cock throbbing harder inside her tight wetness, muscles flexing involuntarily, the blend of domination and trust pushing me to crave more pain, more pleasure, our bodies poised on the edge of another wild escalation. From Tricia's view, Larry's gasps spurred me on, and I tightened my thighs around him, muscles bulging as I prepared to push his limits, our sweaty skin slapping with each grind. 'Feel how deep I can take you, how much I crave this control,' I murmured, my voice husky with lust, his cock stretching me perfectly, the wetness from our previous climax making every movement slippery and urgent, building toward another round of raw, unyielding fucking. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's dominance enveloped me, her muscles flexing against my bound body, the sweat and oil heightening the sensory overload as I moaned again, ready for her to shatter me further, our connection deepening into a savage, unending hunger that left us both craving more.

From Tricia's view, I couldn't resist the throbbing heat of Larry's thick cock any longer, my muscles flexing as I slid down his oiled body, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air. Gripping his hips firmly, I lowered my mouth to his swollen shaft, my tongue darting out to slowly lick along the slick, veined length, tasting the salt of his skin mixed with the remnants of our previous mess. Every inch felt electric under my rough strokes, my lips parting to tease the sensitive head, swirling my tongue around it with deliberate slowness, feeling him twitch against me. From Larry's perspective, Her tongue on my cock sent shockwaves through me, the blindfold making every sensation sharper, more overwhelming. I moaned deeply, my hips bucking slightly against the silk ties binding my wrists, craving the rough drag of her wet tongue over my throbbing length. The slickness from the oil and sweat made her mouth glide effortlessly, heightening the raw urgency, my muscles tensing as I surrendered to the erotic control she wielded so fiercely. From Tricia's view, With a hungry growl, I sucked his cock hard and slow, my hands gripping his hips tighter, fingers digging into the slick muscle as I flexed my muscular thighs for leverage. My mouth worked him relentlessly, lips sliding down his shaft, taking him deep into my throat while my tongue pressed firmly against the underside, feeling every pulse and throb. The wet sounds of my sucking filled the room, mixing with his groans, my own pussy clenching with the power I held over him, building that raw, urgent tension between us. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's mouth enveloped me completely, her suction pulling me deeper into the haze of lust, my hands twitching futilely against the ties, muscles straining beneath the fabric as the pleasure bordered on pain. Her grip on my hips anchored me, the slick slide of her tongue driving me wild, every rough stroke making my cock ache for more. I groaned louder, the wet heat of her mouth contrasting with the cool oil on my skin, my body pressing closer to hers instinctively, the tension coiling tighter in my core. From Tricia's view, Our wet bodies pressed close, my breasts rubbing against his oiled thighs as I bobbed my head, slick skin sliding with each movement, the sweat dripping down my back adding to the mess. I pulled back slightly, teasing the tip with my teeth, then plunged down again, sucking harder, my hands roaming up to claw at his abs, feeling his muscles flex under my touch. 'Taste how fucking hard you are for me, Larry,' I murmured against his shaft, my voice husky and commanding, the words vibrating through him as I licked and sucked with increasing urgency. From Larry's perspective, Her words hit me like a whip, amplifying the torment of her mouth on my cock, my hips thrusting up involuntarily, desperate for more of her rough, wet strokes. The blindfold trapped me in darkness, heightening the feel of her tongue lapping at every slick inch, the taste of her breath mingling with the salt on my skin. I moaned again, deeper this time, 'Fuck, Tricia, don't stop—suck me harder,' my voice raw and pleading, muscles tensing as the erotic control she exerted pushed me to the edge, our bodies grinding together in that urgent rhythm. From Tricia's view, I intensified my assault, sucking his thick cock with long, hard pulls, my lips stretched around him while my hands squeezed his hips, guiding his bucks to meet my rhythm. The wet slapping of our skin echoed, my muscular body flexing as I straddled one of his legs, grinding my dripping pussy against his thigh for friction, the oil making everything slide wildly. His moans fueled me, building that raw tension higher, my tongue swirling and pressing, tasting every drop of precum that leaked from him. From Larry's perspective, Every suck from Tricia felt like fire, her hands gripping me like vices, my wrists straining against the silk as I fought the urge to break free and take control. The slickness of her mouth, the way our bodies pressed and slid, amplified the hardcore need pulsing through me, my cock throbbing with each teasing lick. I gasped, 'God, your mouth is fucking destroying me,' the words tumbling out in a mix of lust and surrender, my muscles flexing wildly as the tension built, our wet skin fusing us in this savage dance, leaving me craving the next brutal escalation. From Tricia's view, His gasps spurred me on, my mouth working faster now, licking and sucking with a rhythm that matched the flexing of my thighs, our bodies locked in that close, urgent press. The room reeked of sex, sweat, and oil, every sensation pushing us deeper into the frenzy, my tongue tracing the veins of his cock before I took him deep again, feeling him pulse against my throat. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's relentless sucking had me teetering, my body arching despite the ties, the raw connection between us deepening with every wet stroke, leaving me breathless and hungry for whatever she demanded next.

From Tricia's view, I pulled back from Larry's throbbing cock with a final, lingering suck, my lips releasing him with a wet pop that echoed in the steamy room. My muscles ached from the exertion, flexing exhausted as I slid up his oiled, sweat-slick body, my breasts dragging against his hard abs, leaving trails of our mixed fluids. His cock twitched against my thigh, still hard and pulsing, but I was spent, my pussy throbbing from the earlier pounding. Heavy breaths heaved from my chest, the scent of sweat, oil, and cum thick in the air as I collapsed onto him, our slick skin fusing together in the dim light. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's weight pressed down on me, her muscular body sliding up mine, the oil making every inch glide like silk over skin. I wrapped my arms around her, freeing myself from the loosened silk ties with a quick tug, pulling her close so our sweaty chests mashed together, her nipples hard against me. My cock throbbed from her mouth's assault, still leaking cum onto her thigh, and I felt her heart pounding against mine, our heavy breaths mingling in hot bursts that filled the room with raw need. The blindfold slipped off as I moved, revealing her flushed face, and I groaned, 'Fuck, Tricia, you wrecked me,' my hands roaming her back, tracing the flex of her muscles under the sheen of sweat and oil. From Tricia's view, We tumbled onto the bed, our bodies tangling in a heap of sweaty limbs, the sheets already damp from our earlier mess. I landed on top of him, my legs straddling his hips, but exhaustion hit hard, my muscles trembling as I shifted to lie beside him, our slick skin sticking and sliding with every breath. Oil gleamed on our bodies under the dim light, highlighting the curves of my toned arms and his defined chest, still glistening with sweat that dripped down to pool between us. My fingers traced slow, lingering circles on his pecs, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing, the raw intimacy pulsing through me like aftershocks from his cock pounding my pussy. 'God, Larry, your dick felt so fucking good in my mouth,' I murmured, my voice husky, lips brushing his ear as I nuzzled closer, tasting the salt on his neck. From Larry's perspective, Lying there with Tricia's head on my chest, her breath hot against my skin, I felt every inch of our connection—her fingers drawing lazy patterns over my abs, smearing oil and cum in their wake. My cock lay spent against my thigh, still twitching from the edge she'd pushed me to, and I ran my hands down her back, gripping her muscular ass, feeling the wetness between her legs press against my hip. Heavy breaths slowed between us, the room filled with the wet sounds of our panting and the faint slap of skin as we shifted, our bodies slick and raw from the hardcore fucking. 'Your pussy's still dripping on me, you filthy bitch,' I growled softly, my voice laced with exhaustion and lingering lust, pulling her tighter so our hips ground together, the oil making us slide in a teasing rhythm that kept the fire simmering. From Tricia's view, His words sent a shiver through my exhausted body, my muscles flexing weakly as I pressed my face into his chest, inhaling the musky scent of sweat and sex that clung to him. Our wet skin stuck together, the oil creating a slippery layer that made every touch electric, my nipples rubbing against his side with each breath. I traced my fingers lower, brushing over his softening cock, feeling it jerk at my touch, still coated in my saliva and his cum. The raw intimacy wrapped around us like a vice, our hearts syncing in the quiet aftermath, but the ache in my pussy hinted at more, craving his dominance again. 'You think you're done? I can feel your cock getting hard again,' I whispered, my hand squeezing his shaft gently, building that urgent tension even as fatigue pulled at me. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's hand on my cock reignited the spark, her grip firm on my slick length, making me groan as blood rushed back, hardening me despite the exhaustion. Our bodies pressed close, her muscular legs tangled with mine, the sweat and oil mixing into a mess that made us slide and stick in equal measure. I cupped her breast, thumbing her nipple roughly, feeling her arch into me, our heavy breaths syncing into a rhythm that echoed the pounding we'd just shared. The room felt charged, the dim light casting shadows on her glistening skin, and I leaned in, kissing her neck, tasting the salt and desire. 'You're not getting off that easy, Tricia,' I muttered, my fingers dipping between her thighs to tease her swollen pussy, keeping the raw connection alive, our bodies still humming with the promise of more brutal pleasure.

From Tricia's view, Larry's fingers still teased my swollen pussy, sending jolts through my slick, oiled body, but suddenly, he gripped my wrist and yanked me upright. Our wet skin peeled apart with a sticky sound, sweat and cum dripping down us as he dragged me off the bed, my muscles flexing with the sudden movement. 'Let's take this public, you slut,' he growled, his voice rough with lingering lust, guiding me toward the hotel door. We stumbled into the hallway, bodies glistening under the harsh lights, my heart pounding as we headed straight for the front desk, the thrill of exposure making my pussy throb harder. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's muscular body pressed against mine as I pulled her along, our feet slapping on the cool floor, skin still slick from the oil and sweat. Her tits bounced with each step, nipples hard from the air, and I felt my cock stiffen again at the idea of fucking her in front of someone. We reached the front desk, the receptionist—a curvy woman with wide eyes—staring at us, her mouth open in shock as we slammed our bodies together right there. I grabbed Tricia's ass, grinding my hard dick against her wet cunt through the remnants of our clothes, the public air making everything feel dirtier. 'Look at her watching us,' I muttered, my hands roaming Tricia's curves, feeling her muscles tense under my touch. From Tricia's view, Larry pinned me against the desk, his cock pressing insistently against my thigh, our slick skin sticking together as the receptionist's gaze burned into us. The lobby was empty except for her, but that didn't stop the rush—the risk making me wetter. I stripped off my soaked shirt, letting it fall to the floor, exposing my glistening, muscular body, flexing my arms for the voyeur. 'Fuck me right here, Larry,' I demanded, my voice loud and commanding, reaching down to stroke his throbbing shaft. The receptionist gasped, her eyes locked on us, and I spread my legs wider, inviting the spectacle, my pussy dripping onto the carpet. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's bold move ignited something primal in me; I ripped off her remaining clothes, her toned body on full display, muscles rippling under the lights. I slammed my cock deep into her tight pussy without warning, hips thrusting hard and fast, the sound of wet skin slapping echoing in the lobby. 'Take it, you dirty bitch,' I grunted, holding her hips steady as I pounded her, her moans mixing with the receptionist's heavy breathing. The desk shook under us, papers scattering, and I glanced at the woman, her face flushed as she fumbled under the counter, pulling out a thick dildo with a hungry look. From Tricia's view, Larry's cock stretched my pussy wide with each brutal thrust, my muscles flexing to meet his rhythm, the public exposure heightening every sensation. I gripped the desk edge, my ass cheeks clenching as he fucked me harder, sweat beading on my skin despite the cool air. The receptionist stepped closer, dildo in hand, her eyes wild with lust. 'Join in,' I moaned, arching my back to give her a better view, feeling Larry's hands squeeze my tits roughly. She didn't hesitate, pressing the dildo against my lips, and I sucked it eagerly, tasting the rubber as it slid into my mouth, my body trembling from the double assault. From Larry's perspective, Watching Tricia suck that thick dildo while I rammed into her slick cunt was fucking unreal; her muscular throat worked it in and out, matching my pounding rhythm. I gripped her hips tighter, driving deeper, our wet bodies slapping together loudly, the receptionist's free hand slipping under her skirt. 'You're such a whore for this,' I growled, feeling her pussy clench around me, her moans vibrating around the dildo. The lobby air filled with the scent of sex, our sweat mixing with the cool breeze from the vents, and I thrust faster, pushing her limits in front of our new audience. From Tricia's view, The dildo filled my mouth, its girth stretching my lips as I sucked harder, while Larry's relentless fucking made my legs shake, my muscular thighs flexing to stay upright. The receptionist's eyes were glued to us, her hand working between her legs now, adding to the raw heat. I pulled the dildo from my mouth with a wet pop, handing it to her. 'Use it on me,' I commanded, breathless, as Larry kept hammering my pussy, his cock hitting spots that made me see stars. She obeyed, sliding the dildo along my ass crack, teasing my tight hole, the cold toy contrasting with Larry's hot thrusts. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's demand sent a surge through me; I felt the receptionist press the dildo against Tricia's ass, slowly pushing it in as I continued pounding her pussy. Our bodies moved in sync, slick skin sliding, the wet sounds of penetration filling the air. 'Fuck, that's hot,' I groaned, my hands roaming to slap Tricia's ass, watching it jiggle from the impact. The receptionist moaned as she worked the dildo, her other hand still on herself, and I thrust deeper, feeling Tricia's muscles clamp down, building that familiar tension. Our eyes met briefly, raw lust passing between us, but I knew this was just the start of the chaos. From Tricia's view, The dildo stretched my ass wide, the receptionist pumping it in rhythm with Larry's cock in my pussy, the double filling overwhelming my senses. My body glistened with sweat, muscles straining as I took it all, the public thrill making me crave more. 'Harder, both of you,' I gasped, my voice echoing in the lobby, feeling Larry's hips slam against me. The receptionist leaned in, her breath hot on my neck, and I reached back to grab her, pulling her into the mix, our bodies pressing together in a tangle of wet, eager flesh.

From Tricia's view, I shoved the receptionist aside with a fierce growl, my muscles flexing as I yanked Larry down to the lobby floor, his tied wrists still bound from earlier. The cool tile pressed against his back, and I straddled his face without hesitation, my slick, oiled thighs clamping around his head. 'Lick me, you fucking bastard,' I commanded, gripping his wrists tighter, pinning them above his head as I ground my wet pussy down onto his mouth. My body glistened with sweat and oil, the public air making every inch of my muscular frame throb with raw dominance. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's weight bore down on me, her strong legs trapping my face between her thighs, the scent of her arousal mixing with the hotel's stale air. Her slick folds pressed against my lips, and I dove in eagerly, my tongue lashing out to lick her swollen clit, tasting the salt of her sweat and the lingering oil. 'Fuck, yes,' I groaned into her, the vibrations making her shudder, my cock throbbing painfully hard as I worshipped her, my hands straining against the ties. From Tricia's view, Larry's rough tongue flicked and probed, sliding over my sensitive spots with desperate hunger, his hot breath fanning across my wet skin. I flexed my muscles, grinding harder, forcing his face deeper into my pussy, the wet slurps echoing in the empty lobby. 'Deeper, you slut,' I snarled, my hands digging into his wrists, feeling his struggles fuel my control. Sweat dripped down my back, mixing with the oil, making our bodies slide together in a messy, urgent rhythm, the thrill of the public setting spiking my lust. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's hips bucked wildly, smothering me with her muscular body, her juices coating my tongue as I lapped at her relentlessly. The ties bit into my skin, but the pain only made me harder, my face fucking her with forceful strokes of my tongue, delving into her folds and teasing her tight ass. Moans rumbled from my throat, muffled against her, the wet sounds of my efforts filling the air, my cock leaking pre-cum onto the floor as I pushed her limits. From Tricia's view, The intensity built as I rode his face harder, my thighs flexing around his head, sweat beading on my skin and dripping onto him. 'Take it all, bitch,' I gasped, shoving my pussy down, feeling his tongue probe deeper, the sensation driving me wild. But I craved more; I shifted slightly, angling my hips to expose my tight ass, grinding it against his mouth. His tongue obeyed, licking and sucking at my hole with raw eagerness, the wet slaps of skin on skin echoing louder, primal screams building in my throat as the oil and sweat made everything slick and frantic. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's shift pressed her ass firmly against my face, her tight ring clenching as I switched focus, my tongue thrusting into her hole with brutal force, face fucking her ass just as fiercely. The taste of her, mixed with oil and sweat, overwhelmed me, my moans turning to guttural grunts as I worked her, my bound hands twisting in frustration. 'Fuck, you're so tight,' I mumbled against her, the words vibrating through her flesh, my cock twitching with the need to pound something, anything, the public exposure heightening the raw edge of our lust. From Tricia's view, Larry's relentless tongue in my ass sent shocks through my body, my muscles tensing and flexing as I ground down harder, gripping his wrists like vices. 'Pound me with that tongue, you whore,' I commanded, my voice sharp and commanding, sweat streaming down my face and mixing with the oil on his skin. The receptionist's wide eyes watched from the sidelines, her hand still working between her legs, but I ignored her, lost in the frenzy, my primal screams echoing off the lobby walls as I felt the build-up inside me. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's demands fueled my aggression; I attacked her ass with my tongue, thrusting deep and fast, the wet sounds growing louder with each lick. Her juices and sweat dripped onto my face, coating me in her essence, my own body slick and overheated. I moaned loudly, the vibrations adding to her pleasure, my hips bucking involuntarily as if I could fuck the air, desperate to reclaim control but surrendering to her dominance, the mix of pain from the ties and the urgent need pushing me closer to the edge. From Tricia's view, The face fucking escalated, my body moving on pure instinct, flexing every muscle as I rode his tongue harder, the wet slaps and my screams filling the lobby. But I needed more; I lifted slightly, only to slam back down, then shifted again, positioning myself so his tongue could alternate between my pussy and ass. 'Don't stop, you fucker,' I ordered, my breaths coming in ragged gasps, sweat and oil making our connection slippery and intense, the raw power of it all building toward something explosive. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's wild grinding forced my tongue to switch targets, plunging into her pussy then back to her ass, the flavors blending in a heady rush. My face was soaked, every inch of me covered in her wetness, and I pounded her with my mouth, moaning with each thrust, the ties cutting deeper into my wrists as I strained. The sounds of our bodies—wet, slapping, desperate—drowned out everything else, my cock throbbing painfully, knowing this was just the beginning of our relentless, primal chaos.

From Tricia's view, I felt Larry's thick cock slam deep into my tight ass again, his grunts vibrating through my body as I rode him hard, my muscular thighs flexing with every brutal grind. The cool lobby floor dug into my knees, but the pain only fueled my dominance, my slick skin sliding against his oiled chest, sweat dripping down my back and mixing with the wetness between us. 'Fuck me harder, you pathetic bitch,' I commanded, my voice sharp and fierce, gripping his tied wrists tighter as I bounced on his shaft, my ass clenching around him with raw force. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's tight ass gripped my cock like a vice as she rode me relentlessly, her weight pressing down, forcing me deeper with each downward thrust. Blindfolded and bound, I grunted loudly, my hips bucking up to meet her, pounding into her with primal urgency, the wet slap of our skin echoing off the hotel walls. Her sweat and oil coated me, making every movement slippery and intense, my muscles straining against the ties, desperate to grab her hips and take control, but surrendering to the fire building in my core. From Tricia's view, His cock stretched me wide, slamming in and out with violent rhythm, my body trembling as I ground down harder, flexing every muscle in my legs and core to maintain my command. The receptionist's heavy breaths from the sidelines added to the thrill, her eyes wide on us, but I focused on Larry, on the way his throbbing shaft filled my ass, pushing me to the edge. 'Take it all, you fucking whore,' I snarled, leaning forward to pin his shoulders, my slick breasts pressing against his chest, nipples hard against his skin as I rode him faster, primal screams tearing from my throat. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's commands echoed in my ears, her voice like a whip, making me moan louder beneath the blindfold, my world reduced to the feel of her hot, wet body engulfing me. I pounded up into her ass with all my strength, my cock throbbing painfully, slick with her juices and sweat, the sensation of her muscles flexing around me driving me wild. The public exposure heightened everything—the cool air on my exposed skin, the distant hum of the hotel—making my surrender feel even more raw, my hands twisting in the ties as I gasped, 'Yes, fuck, just like that.' From Tricia's view, Our bodies pressed tight, slick and sweaty, every inch sliding together in a brutal rhythm, my hips grinding down with fierce dominance, muscles bulging with the effort. I could feel his cock hitting deep, the wet slaps growing louder, mixing with my escalating screams as I flexed harder, craving to break him completely. 'Scream for me, you slut,' I ordered, my hands roaming his chest, nails digging into his oiled skin, leaving red marks as I bounced faster, the oil and sweat making us glide in a frenzy of lust. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's dominance overwhelmed me, her grinding forcing my cock deeper into her tight ass, the pressure building with each flex of her powerful thighs. I moaned beneath the blindfold, the darkness amplifying every sensation—the heat of her body, the sting of her nails, the wet sounds of our fucking filling the lobby. Desperate and surrendered, I thrust harder, my hips slamming up to meet her, the mix of pain from the ties and the raw pleasure pushing me closer, my breaths coming in ragged gasps as I felt her control seep into my bones. From Tricia's view, His moans fueled my fire, our wet skin slapping violently as I commanded him fiercely, grinding my ass down with raw power, muscles tensing and releasing in perfect rhythm. The lust and domination intertwined, making me scream louder, my body slick with sweat and oil, every thrust sending shocks through me. I leaned in, whispering harshly, 'You're mine, all fucking mine,' my voice laced with possession as I rode him harder, feeling the edge approach but holding back, savoring the control. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's whispers cut through the haze, her words wrapping around me like chains, making me pound into her with renewed primal force, my cock buried deep in her ass. The wet slaps of our bodies echoed wildly, her slickness coating me, the domination mixing with my desperation, turning pain into ecstasy. I moaned louder, straining against the ties, my muscles flexing as I gave in, the intensity building, knowing this raw chaos was far from over, our bodies locked in a brutal, unending rhythm.

From Tricia's view, I felt Larry's thick cock drive even deeper into my tight ass, his hips slamming against me with savage force, the wet slap of our slick skin echoing through the hotel lobby. My muscular thighs flexed harder as I rode his face, grinding my dripping pussy down onto his mouth, his tongue lapping at my folds with desperate hunger. Oil and sweat coated us, making every movement slippery and intense, my hands roaming his slick chest, fingers digging into his muscles as I commanded, 'Lick me harder, you fucking slut, while I take your cock deep.' From Larry's perspective, Tricia's ass clenched around my throbbing cock as I pounded up into her, my hips bucking wildly, driven by the raw need to obey her fierce demands. Blindfolded and bound, I groaned loudly, my tongue thrusting into her wet pussy, tasting her juices mixed with sweat and oil. Her weight pressed down on my face, her muscles flexing against my chest, the sensation overwhelming as her nails scraped my skin, heightening the brutal rhythm of our fucking. From Tricia's view, I gripped Larry's throat with one hand, squeezing just enough to make him gasp, while my other hand came down hard on his oiled chest, spanking the slick flesh with sharp slaps that left red marks. 'Fuck me faster, you worthless bitch,' I snarled, riding his face harder, my hips grinding in a furious circle, forcing his tongue deeper inside me. His cock stretched my ass wide, each savage thrust sending shocks through my body, my muscles bulging as I flexed to maintain control, the public exposure adding a thrilling edge to our raw lust. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's choking grip tightened around my throat, cutting off my air just enough to make my head spin, my groans turning into ragged breaths as I slammed my hips up harder, driving my cock deeper into her tight ass. Her spanks stung my chest, the pain mixing with the pleasure of her riding my face, my tongue flicking over her clit relentlessly. Wet skin slapped together violently, the sounds mingling with the distant hum of the hotel, my bound wrists straining against the ties as I obeyed, 'Yes, fuck, harder like that,' the words torn from my lips in a desperate plea. From Tricia's view, I leaned forward, my body slick and glistening, muscles rippling as I balanced on his face while his cock pounded my ass with brutal force. My hands roamed his chest, pinching his nipples hard before spanking him again, the sharp cracks echoing in the lobby. 'Take it all, you dirty fuck,' I commanded, my voice low and fierce, mixing the choking pressure with the relentless fucking, feeling his hips slam up to meet me, our wet bodies sliding in a frenzy of domination and lust. The oil made us glide, every inch of contact electric, building toward an explosive peak. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's commands fueled my frenzy, her hands abusing my chest while her pussy ground against my mouth, her juices coating my lips and chin. I groaned beneath the blindfold, my cock throbbing inside her tight ass as I thrust harder, faster, the choking making my vision blur and my body ache with raw need. Her muscles flexed around me, her wet skin slapping against mine, the pain from the spanks and ties pushing me to the edge, my hips pounding with savage urgency, desperate to satisfy her savage demands. From Tricia's view, Our wet skin collided in violent slaps, the lobby air cool on our sweat-slick bodies as I rode Larry's face with unrelenting force, my thighs clamping around his head, flexing my muscles to hold him in place. I choked him tighter for a moment, then released, only to spank his chest again, the red welts rising on his oiled skin. 'Fuck me like you mean it, you pathetic whore,' I growled, grinding down harder, his tongue working my clit while his cock filled my ass, the brutal crescendo building inside me, our lust exploding in a mix of pain, domination, and unfiltered hunger. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's dominance crashed over me like a wave, her choking and spanking driving me wild as I pounded into her ass, my hips slamming with primal force. The wetness of our bodies made every thrust slippery and intense, her muscles gripping me tightly, her commands echoing in my ears as I licked and sucked her pussy frantically. Groaning loudly, I felt the tension coil in my core, the public setting amplifying the raw chaos, my bound body straining for release, knowing this brutal rhythm was far from done, our savage connection deepening with every violent slap and thrust.

From Tricia's view, I pulled away from Larry in the hotel lobby, my body still buzzing from the raw fucking, sweat and oil dripping down my muscular frame. My heart raced with unrelenting lust as I dragged him by the wrist, our wet skin sliding together, straight to the hotel gym. The door swung open, and there he was, moments later, already working out on the weight bench, his muscles glistening under the fluorescent lights, slick with fresh sweat and lingering oil from our earlier frenzy. His broad chest heaved with each rep, his cock still semi-hard in his gym shorts, begging for more. I approached silently, my eyes locked on his powerful form, stripping off my clothes in one swift motion, exposing my slick, flexed muscles, my pussy still throbbing from his last thrust. From Larry's perspective, The gym air hit me like a cool shock after the lobby's heat, but my body was still on fire from Tricia's choking and spanking. I had barely started my workout, bench pressing weights, when I sensed her presence—her shadow falling over me, her scent of sweat and sex filling the room. Before I could react, she was on me, her hands ripping at my shorts, freeing my hard cock that twitched in anticipation. Her naked body pressed against mine, her muscular thighs straddling me as she pushed me back against the bench, gripping my wrists with iron strength, pinning them above my head. 'You think you can escape this, you fucking whore?' she growled, her voice low and commanding, her wet skin sliding against my oiled chest in a slippery tease. From Tricia's view, I mounted him right there on the weight bench, my slick pussy hovering over his throbbing cock for a split second before I slammed down, taking him deep inside me with one brutal thrust. His girth stretched me wide, the mix of sweat and oil making our bodies glide in a savage rhythm. I gripped his wrists tighter, holding him in place as I rode him hard, my muscular legs flexing with every grind, the bench creaking under our weight. The gym echoed with the wet slaps of our skin, my moans mixing with the clang of dumbbells in the background, the public thrill heightening the raw domination. 'Take it, you pathetic bitch,' I snarled, bouncing faster, my tits bouncing with the force, sweat dripping onto his face as I fucked him mercilessly. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's weight bore down on me, her tight pussy clenching around my cock as she rode me like a wild animal, her muscles rippling under my hands even as she pinned my wrists. The oil from earlier made every movement slick and intense, her sweat dripping onto my lips, tasting salty and primal. I groaned loudly, thrusting up to meet her, my hips slamming hard against her, the bench shaking beneath us. Pain shot through my arms from her grip, mixing with the pleasure of her hot, wet cunt sliding up and down my shaft, her pubic bone grinding against mine. 'Fuck, yes, harder,' I begged through gritted teeth, my body straining, muscles flexing as I fought to keep up with her brutal pace, the gym's open door adding a rush of exposure. From Tricia's view, His cock filled me completely, hitting deep with each upward thrust, our wet bodies colliding in a frenzy of lust. I leaned forward, my hands moving from his wrists to his chest, digging my nails into his slick skin, leaving red trails as I rode him faster. The sweat poured off us, making our connection even more slippery, my ass cheeks slapping against his thighs with every drop. 'You're mine, you dirty fuck,' I commanded, my voice echoing off the mirrors, my muscles bulging as I flexed to control him, the thrill of potentially being caught fueling my dominance. I ground my hips in circles, feeling his cock rub against my inner walls, building that familiar tension deep inside, my breaths coming in sharp gasps. From Larry's perspective, Every slam of Tricia's body on mine sent shockwaves through me, her pussy gripping my cock like a vice, the oil and sweat turning us into a sliding mess of raw need. I could feel the bench's metal bar digging into my back, but the pain was nothing compared to the ecstasy of her riding me, her nails raking my chest, drawing blood. 'Take it all, slut,' she hissed, and I obeyed, thrusting deeper, my balls slapping against her ass with wet smacks. The gym's sterile air filled with our grunts and moans, the mirrors reflecting our twisted forms, heightening the public exposure. My muscles burned from the workout and now this, flexing wildly as I pushed up into her, desperate to please, my mind blurring with the intensity, knowing this was just the start of her claiming me. From Tricia's view, I felt his resistance fading, his hips bucking to match my rhythm, our sweaty skin slapping louder, the gym reeking of sex and exertion. I released his wrists, only to grab the bar above his head for leverage, arching my back as I bounced harder, my tits heaving with the effort. 'Fuck me like the whore you are,' I demanded, my voice rough, my pussy clenching around him, the wet sounds of our fucking drowning out the world. His cock hit that perfect spot inside me, making me moan louder, my muscles tensing as I pushed us both toward the edge, the raw power exchange electrifying every nerve. From Larry's perspective, Tricia's dominance overwhelmed me, her body a machine of muscle and lust, riding my cock with unrelenting force, her juices mixing with the sweat and oil coating us. I gripped the bench edges, my fingers slipping, as I thrust up harder, feeling her walls tighten around me. 'Yes, fuck, don't stop,' I groaned, my voice breaking, the public setting of the gym making my heart pound faster. Our wet bodies slammed together in a brutal dance, muscles flexing and straining, the air thick with our shared heat, building toward something even more savage, her control over me deepening with every slippery, pounding thrust.