After tearing through a few rooms and leaving a mess in your wake, you and the girls are totally in messes —sweaty, breathless, and utterly drained. And yet, more rooms still lie ahead, each promising more pleasure than the last. Not physically possible, you think, your body is already at its limit. But time is short, and everyone is rushing—flashing their highest donor privileges to skip the lines, riding the express route to indulgence. Will everyone be able to enjoy all of the rooms?
"Testing, testing—one, two," a producer prepared for a new exciting announcement.
"Hello everyone! We're thrilled to see how much you're enjoying the event—it's been obvious from all the energy in the rooms. The girls are loving it too, especially Poki. She's been the star of the show: most loved, longest line, highest sub count, and the biggest earnings! This event has been a massive success for the girls. Every one of them has seen a huge boost in online popularity—and way more Tier 3 subs than they ever imagined. So thank you—to all of you lovely, insatiable fans. We know some of you might be feeling stressed about whether you'll get a chance to see your favorite girls, especially Poki. Don't worry - we've got you covered! Thanks to the incredible profits—and your generous, delightfully horny support—we're excited to announce that we've secured this mansion for an entire year in advance! New contracts are already signed with all the girls. They'll be here a few days a week, each on their own schedule, so make sure to check their calendars to plan your visits accordingly! If you choose to leave the queue, you'll be assigned a queue number, allowing you to retain your position without losing your place in line."
This was great news—now everyone could enjoy every room at their own pace. That also meant more dollars for the ladies, and more... satisfaction all around. With that in mind, you decide to take a short breather—just enough to recover your strength. After all, once you're recharged, it's beast mode in the next room. That's what most of you thought, pent up your next load and go no mercy on the next room...The heavy oak doors to the mansion swing open dramatically, revealing a stunning sight. A gorgeous girl stands in the doorway, her voluptuous curves barely contained by a skimpy, see-through bikini. Her large breasts strain against the flimsy fabric, her hard nipples clearly visible. No one could believe their eyes—was that really Alinity? Yes, it was her! She was visiting—not as an OF girl, but in her role as a streamer. Curious about the buzz, she came to see how successful the event really was. Who knows? If things go well, a re-brand might be on the horizon for her, putting all blame on AI would be a perfect disguise while still whoring around. She was walking around in a seductive way.
Now that leaving the line isn't an issue anymore, everyone is assigned a queue number, making it much more convenient to move around freely. However, there's a catch—if you miss your turn, you'll have to re-queue from the beginning. That's the risk. Guys utilize this and move out from the queue to surround this thick sexual Latina girl. She is just here to "watch", so no sexual act, at least not yet. Surrounded by horny men, asking if they can get off with her..."No, no, no, I'm just here for a quick visit," she purred, her hips swaying with an effortless, teasing rhythm. Each step was a silent challenge, each bounce of her perfect curves a magnet for hungry eyes. Her hands, slow and deliberate, glided over the shape of her chest, fingertips lingering just long enough to drive the room wild. Gasps and low groans filled the air as the crowd stirred. Bulges pressed against pants, and mouths hung open, caught somewhere between awe and desperation. She made her way through the mansion, slipping into a few open rooms—Aria's, then Jodi's—where moans hung thick in the air and the walls all but dripped with heat. What she saw left her stunned: the intensity, the rawness, the profit they made out of this. The more she saw, the more something inside her stirred. Her mind was turning into something darker, deeper… needier. She drifted back into the grand living room, and like a siren's song, the men followed. They circled around her, caught in her gravity. A sly smirk played on her lips—she was in control, and she knew it. Her hands moved with purpose and confidence, touching, teasing, jerking them off just enough to leave them breathless. Gasps grew louder. Grunts echoed. She matched their sounds with soft, sultry moans of her own—nasal, rhythmic, a perfect harmony to the tension in the room. Jizz after jizz spurted on her thigh and her round ass, it was inevitable, but it didn't matter. She wasn't done. Not even close.
She glanced at the ornate clock on the far wall, its gilded hands ticking far too fast for her liking. Her playful expression faltered, replaced by a flicker of disappointment. Only 30 minutes left. Just half an hour to soak in the heat, the hunger, the twisted luxury of it all. She sighed—a slow, dramatic exhale that drew every eye in the room. It felt like it had just started after jerking off 25 men and getting all jizzed...She couldn't hold it anymore, no time to waste, after cleaning up all the jizz, she went straight to those she jerked off and rode on them, in very hurried manner. Her movement up and down, waving hips, quick as in hurry to get fucked. Bouncing on the top of those dicks as much as possible. Men grunting because of her kept riding after she got creampied, totally in hurry to dry up those balls as much as possible, and she is a true professional cocksleeve she became in just 30min. Creampied after creampied, time was up. She had to go and left 12 men with totally empty balls. Well, she spoke with the producers, maybe one day she will get her own room. But she will definitely come back for more...cock hunger for more.