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“I think we should move this off the dance floor,” the girl with the locs suggests, and I grunt my agreement. She clasps my hand as I grab hold of the brown-eyed beauty’s.

We weave around couples and clusters, some playing beer pong while others are dancing or making out.

I sense eyes on me, but the feeling dissolves, becoming background fodder once we enter a room and the door closes, the lock snicking into place. Then I’m being pushed onto a bed.

Hands pull at the buckle of my belt, unzipping my jeans. I lift up, allowing my pants and boxer briefs to be tugged off. My shirt follows shortly after.

“Mmm. Fuck.” I hear, making me look up as a curly head lowers until her mouth is wrapped around my shaft, downing dick until she’s kissing my pubic bone.

“Doesn’t she look fucking amazing swallowing your cock?” the one with the locs murmurs in my ear before rising and leaning over. She grips the other woman’s hair, yanking until I pop out of her mouth, and the goddess hisses.

I really need to get their names.

The thought of bringing it up vanishes when her locs tickle my skin as she hovers, pushing the other woman’s head down until her mouth is full of me. The woman above me controls her pace, speeding up, then slowing—shallow bobs before she’s made to deep throat.

“Fuckkkk,” I growl, reaching to pull her mouth off me. I’m nowhere near ready to come.

My movements force the woman above me to sit back.

“Undress her,” I order.

Rising from her knees, she straddles my lap and states, “You heard him.” Then she inches up, reaching up to help pull off the other woman’s clothes as I instructed.

I’m so fucking hard that I know if I don’t slide into a pussy soon, I’m going to bust all over myself.

Shifting my attention, I look up in time to see the fabric quickly discarded, disappearing over a shoulder somewhere.

Next, I grip the hem of her tan-colored dress, rolling it over her hips.

“Let me,” the one with locs commands taking over. She moves forward, her full breasts hovering so close to my mouth.

Licking my lips, I release my hold, and the material is being tossed as I palm and pluck, rubbing her nipples between my fingers.

Moments later, their lips connect, and the sight is so fucking erotic.

Pausing, I focus on their sounds and how their delicate fingers graze along each other’s exposed skin.

Bronze, supple breasts, heavier than the two currently in my grasp, bounce as their kisses become greedier. I feel like a usurper until they pull apart.

Then a cognac gaze peers down, her puffy lips curl into a smile before she bends, and her curls caress my tattooed chest.

“What’s your?—”

Her mouth presses against mine, silencing my question.

Our tongues tangle, a combination of nipping and sucking as we get lost in each other.

Far too quickly, her mouth lifts off mine. “No names tonight, handsome. Tonight is all about forgetting,” she moans, throwing her head back.

Things progress quickly after that. My need to be inside one of them is too strong to wait. Gripping the hips of the goddess still straddling me, I spin, throwing her down on the mattress before I grab the gold foil wrapper from my wallet.

“Put that pretty pussy on her face,” I demand, pointing to the smirking woman.

“With pleasure,” she exclaims, brushing her locs behind her.

I roll on the condom, groaning as the girl with the curly hair splayed on the bed wraps her arms around the other girl’s legs until she’s squeezing her ass.

“Fuck, yes. Y… yes… yess,” she shouts, her locs bouncing with each rock of her hips. Then her head falls back as she thrusts back and forth.