The air inside the caravan was honey-thick — rich with arousal, tension, and something more: intention.

Ben knelt on the mattress, blindfolded, stripped of every illusion of control.

His body ached — not just his cock, which throbbed, flushed and soaked — but all of him. His skin was electric. His breath shallow. He had never felt more exposed, more owned.

Across the space, Leah rose from her place, naked and glowing, her black hair cascading like ink over her shoulders.

Her eyes flicked to Maya, who stood watching with one arm crossed under her breasts, and then to Soraya, flushed, quiet, licking her lower lip.

And then Maya said it.

“You get to choose who finishes him.”

Leah’s breath caught. She looked at her husband — blindfolded, trembling.

Her heart beat louder.

Her voice was soft but firm. “Me.”

Maya’s smile was slow and full of approval. “Then take him.”

Leah crawled forward and climbed into Ben’s lap, her thighs straddling his, her pussy already slick and ready.

She hovered just above his cock, teasing herself with the head, dragging it through her folds.

Ben groaned, his hands fisting into the sheets beneath him.

“I need—”

Leah silenced him with a kiss. She moved slow, savoring the stretch as she sank down onto him, inch by inch.

He gasped — the heat of her, the tightness, the moment of finally being allowed.

Then she began to ride him. Slow. Controlled.

Her hips rolled, grinding deep, building her own rhythm.

Maya watched from behind, her eyes hooded, and then looked to Soraya.

“Come,” she said. “Help him feel it all.”

Soraya crawled between Ben’s knees, her lips brushing the inside of his thigh, then the base of his cock where Leah’s body joined his.

She kissed lower, then sucked one of his balls into her mouth, slowly, gently — then the other, wet and reverent.

Ben trembled violently.

“Oh my God,” he gasped.

But then he felt something else.

A different moan — soft, feminine — near his legs.

Soraya’s lips paused. Her breath caught.

Maya had knelt behind her.

While Soraya was bent forward, her ass in the air, Maya had pressed a hand gently to her lower back, and slowly, deliberately slid her fingers between Soraya’s thighs.

Soraya froze — not from fear, but from the shock of pleasure.

“Maya—” she breathed.

“Just feel,” Maya whispered.

She kissed Soraya’s shoulder, then her spine, then leaned in and kissed the back of her neck — all while her fingers stroked between slick folds, teasing, slow.

“You’ve never let a woman touch you, have you?” she murmured.

Soraya shook her head, lips still wrapped around Ben’s sack.

“But you want to.”

Soraya moaned softly — a sound that vibrated against Ben’s skin, making him shiver.

Maya’s fingers slid deeper, parting Soraya’s folds, circling her clit with patience.

“You’re dripping for this. For him. For her. For me.”

Soraya moaned louder now, her hips rocking against Maya’s hand. Her mouth kept moving — wet heat surrounding Ben’s balls while Leah rode him above.

The combined sensation pushed Ben to the edge — Leah’s pussy pulsing around him, Soraya’s mouth below, Maya’s presence like heat pressed against all of them.

Leah leaned in, her lips brushing Ben’s ear.

“You don’t get to come,” she whispered.

“Not until I tell you.”

He whimpered.

Her rhythm quickened, riding him deeper, faster, until her orgasm crashed through her — her thighs shaking, her moans raw and real.

And then, breathless, she leaned forward again, lips to his cheek.

“Now.”

Ben came with a cry, hips jerking, cock pulsing inside her, twitching against Soraya’s mouth.

She moaned again as she felt it.

Maya kissed her shoulder, still stroking her softly.

And when the shudders passed, Leah collapsed against Ben’s chest — glowing, spent.

Maya pulled Soraya up into her lap, holding her from behind.

“You’re ready,” she whispered into her neck.

And Soraya didn’t argue.