We stayed like that for a few more moments, breathing heavily, bodies sticky with sweat. Eventually, Delilah lifted herself off me with a soft, wet sound. A thick glob of my cum immediately began leaking from her pussy.

"Shit..." she laughed breathlessly, grabbing more tissues and pressing them between her legs. "You really filled me up."

She cleaned herself as best as she could, then started getting dressed. She pulled her panties up first, wincing slightly as the fabric pressed against her sensitive, leaking pussy. Then came her bra, which she clasped with practiced ease, her heavy tits settling back into the cups. She shrugged on her t-shirt and finally wiggled her jeans back up her thick thighs and over her ass, buttoning them with a satisfied sigh.

I pulled my own pants up, tucked my cock away, and zipped up. The car smelled strongly of sex, sweat, cum, and her perfume mixed together.

We stepped out of the car. I locked it with a beep and slipped my arm around Delilah’s shoulder, pulling her close as we walked toward the elevator. Her body was still warm against mine.

Inside the elevator, as soon as the doors closed, I smirked.

"Hey... bend over."

Delilah raised an eyebrow but obeyed with a playful smile. She turned around, placed her hands on the elevator wall, and arched her back, pushing her ass toward me. She even shook it teasingly from side to side.

I stepped closer, grabbed her hips, and spread her asscheeks over her jeans with both hands. A small wet spot was already forming on the denim between her legs, my cum slowly leaking out of her.

"Look at that..." I murmured, voice low. "So fucking hot."

Delilah exhaled a laugh. "Men. For some reason, seeing a woman marked with your cum makes you guys so happy."

"Hey, not me," I said innocently.

"Uh-huh. Right," she replied sarcastically, still bent over.

The elevator dinged as it reached the lobby. Delilah quickly straightened up and fixed her hair just as the doors opened. We stepped out into the luxurious hotel lobby like nothing had happened, though the faint wet spot on her jeans and the fresh hickeys on her neck told a different story.

I guided her toward the private penthouse elevator, scanned my keycard, and pressed the top button.

"Uh... there was this one woman. Staying here... what was her name? Blue-haired."

"Eleanor?"

"Eleanor." Delilah repeated. "Yeah. Jasmine mentioned her once."

"Yeah. You know what happened to her?"

Delilah nodded, her expression turning a little more serious. "Someone attacked her, right? Because of her gambling-addict brother or something. I hope she’s getting the help she needs."

"Yeah," I said quietly. "I hope so too."

The elevator doors opened with a soft ding on the top floor. We stepped out into the private hallway leading to the penthouse.

I stopped in front of the door, pulled out my keycard, and tapped it against the reader. With a soft click, the lock disengaged. I pushed the door open, keeping one arm wrapped around Delilah’s shoulder.

The penthouse was calm and quiet. Minne was in the kitchen, humming softly as she washed the dishes. In the living room, Jasmine sat with her laptop open on her thighs. Nala was beside her, leaning in and pointing at something on the screen. From down the hall, I could hear the faint sound of running water, Tessa must have been in the shower.

Jasmine glanced up first. She smiled when she saw me, but the moment her eyes landed on Delilah, she slowly closed the lid of her laptop halfway.

"Oh my god. Delilah, hey!"

"Hey," Delilah greeted with a warm smile. "Working?"

Nala looked up too. "Yep. The usual stuff."

"Mrs. Komb!" Minne called cheerfully from the kitchen. "Welcome back."

"Thank you, sweetie," Delilah replied. "You’re working hard too, huh? Looks like Evan’s the only lazy one here."

"Yeah, yeah." I muttered. "Boo me."

We walked over and settled onto the large double couch together. My hand moved on its own, slipping under the hem of Delilah’s t-shirt to gently pinch and play with her nipples. She didn’t seem to mind at all. She simply rested her head on my shoulder and draped one leg over mine, relaxing against me.

"Minne’s preparing dinner," Jasmine said. "You haven’t eaten yet, right?"

"No, I’m actually pretty hungry," Delilah admitted.

"When was the last time I fed Mik?" Tessa’s voice came from the hallway. "Was it two? Or was it like... wait, no, no. It was two, okay."

Tessa came walking down the hallway, towel-drying her hair. She was wearing nothing but an oversized white t-shirt that barely reached mid-thigh. The thin fabric was still slightly damp from her shower, clinging to her body. Her full breasts swayed freely underneath, no bra, and her stiff nipples were clearly visible through the wet material. She looked incredibly sexy, casual, and comfortable. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"Oh," She smiled. "Delilah. Minne’s favorite girl. Hey."

"Hey," She chuckled. "And yes, I’m still holding that title, thank you very much."

"Where’s Kim?" I asked.

"She went downstairs to call Eleanor for dinner," Tessa replied, walking toward the kitchen. She gave Minne’s ass a firm slap as she passed, making the smaller girl squeak in surprise. Tessa smirked and opened the fridge, pulling out a beautifully layered cake that Minne had clearly made.

"Want some cake, Delilah?" Tessa asked, already cutting herself a slice. "I’m not talking about Minne’s butt, by the way."

"M-M-Mrs. Tessa!"

"We’ll eat cake after dinner!" Jasmine exhaled in exasperation. "Who in their right mind eats dessert first?"

"Me," Tessa said shamelessly, forking a big piece into her mouth.

"God..." Jasmine muttered, rubbing her temple.

Tessa carried her plate to the dining table and sat down, moaning happily as she took another bite. The cake really did look incredible.

I slid my hand out from under Delilah’s shirt and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled and scooted even closer, her warmth and sweet scent making my head spin a little.

"Looks like you’re getting hard again," she whispered, her hand sliding down to palm my growing bulge through my pants.

"Hmm. I wonder whose fault that is."

"No fucking before dinner," Jasmine called out sternly, though there was a hint of amusement in her voice. "I feel like I’m the mom here."

"Being a mother would suit you," Tessa quipped from the table.

"And shutting up would suit you," Jasmine shot back.

"Ouch," Tessa laughed, taking another bite of cake.

The door opened, and Kim walked in with Eleanor right behind her.

"Oh hey! Delilah’s here too!" Kim said brightly, her face lighting up.

They greeted each other warmly. Kim pulled Delilah into a tight hug, and Delilah hugged her back with a smile. Before heading toward the kitchen, Kim leaned over the couch and gave me a soft, lingering kiss on the lips.

"Hey, handsome," she whispered against my mouth before pulling away.

Delilah turned to Eleanor with a gentle expression. "Hey, Eleanor. I heard what happened with your brother. I’m really sorry you’re going through all of this. It must be incredibly stressful."

Eleanor offered a small, appreciative smile. "Thank you. That means a lot. It’s been... a lot, honestly. But I’m managing. I appreciate the concern."

Minne moved gracefully around the dining table, setting out plates and silverware with quiet efficiency.

"So," I began, looking around at everyone, "since we’re all here—"

"No anal," Jasmine cut in immediately, not even looking up from her laptop. "Nope. Nope. Nope. Absolutely not."

"Aw, come on," I groaned.

Eleanor let out a soft chuckle. "Don’t worry, Evan. I came prepared."

"Really?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Eleanor smiled playfully and walked behind the couch. She gently pushed my head back so it rested between her soft breasts, then pulled out her phone. She showed me a recent mirror selfie she’d taken.

Holy shit.

In the photo, Eleanor was standing in front of a mirror, half-naked. She wore only a cropped top that barely covered her breasts, her stomach and hips on full display. She was bent slightly forward, looking back over her shoulder. A sleek, shiny black buttplug with a pink heart-shaped jewel at the base was nestled firmly between her round asscheeks, stretching her tight hole.

"Wait it’s... like, in you? Right now?" I asked, voice low.

"Check for yourself."

I reached behind the couch, sliding my hand up under her skirt until I found her bare ass. My fingers traced between her cheeks and sure enough, there it was. The firm base of the plug pressed against my fingertips, lodged deep inside her asshole.

"Fuck... that’s hot," I muttered, giving the jewel a light tap. "Okay, you’re officially my favorite right now."

"Wow," Tessa muttered from the table, still eating her cake. "It’s that easy to earn your favor?"

"I’m a simple man," I shrugged.

Eleanor laughed softly. "Yeah, I can see that." She pointedly glanced down at the obvious bulge in my pants.

"Um, dinner is ready!" Minne called out cheerfully from the dining area.

I clapped my hands together. "Perfect. Because I’m starving."

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