**Title: The Party Favors**

I never expected Alia to be the one to drag me into this. We’d been dancing around each other for months—flirty texts, lingering touches, the way she’d bite her lip when she caught me staring at her tits. But tonight, at this wild, dimly lit private party, she finally gave in.

“You want to watch?” she whispered, her breath hot in my ear, her fingers tight around my wrist. “Or do you want to join?”

Before I could answer, she was pulling me toward the couch where four other guys were already waiting, their eyes locked on her. Alia didn’t hesitate. She peeled off her top, letting her perfect, heavy tits spill free. The room got louder, hunger in every groan and whispered swear.

One of the guys—some stranger with rough hands—immediately grabbed her, fingers digging into her soft flesh, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp. “Fuck, yes,” she moaned, arching into his grip. Another guy took the other breast, twisting her nipple between his fingers until she whimpered.

I didn’t wait. I stepped behind her, pressing my cock against her ass as I reached around to grope her tits too. She felt incredible—warm, pliant, already wet just from the attention. “You like this?” I growled, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her cry out.

“God, yes,” she panted. “More—hurt them.”

One of the guys produced a thin leather strap, and when Alia saw it, she practically vibrated with need. “Please,” she begged, spreading her legs wider, her pussy glistening under the low lights.

The first crack of the strap against her tits made her squeal. Red bloomed across her pale skin, her nipples stiff and dark. The second strike came harder, and she jerked against me, her cunt clenching around nothing. “Fuck, fuck, *fuck*,” she chanted, her voice breaking as another guy leaned in to bite and suck at the marks.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I shoved her forward, bending her over the arm of the couch while the others kept tormenting her tits—squeezing, slapping, making her whimper with every rough touch. I yanked her skirt up, spreading her ass cheeks to expose her dripping pussy.

“You want all of us?” I asked, dragging my cock through her wetness.

“Yes—*please*—” she sobbed.

I didn’t make her wait. I slammed into her, her tight cunt sucking me in like she’d been made for it. The other guys didn’t stop—one kept spanking her tits, another was whispering filthy things in her ear, and someone’s fingers were working her clit in rough circles. Alia came almost immediately, her body clamping down on me as she screamed.

But we weren’t done.

One of the guys shoved her off me, flipping her onto her back. He took her mouth while another lined up at her pussy. She was a mess—tits red and swollen, lips parted around a moan as the second cock pushed inside her.

“Take it,” the guy above her grunted, fucking her face.

They switched, and then it was my turn again. Her pussy was so used and slick, I barely had to push before I was buried deep. Alia thrashed, overwhelmed but loving every second, her tits still being groped and slapped as we took turns filling her.

By the time we were done, she was a shaking, whimpering mess—marked, fucked, and completely satisfied. “Again,” she whispered, catching my wrist as I pulled away.

And who was I to say no?