🏍️ 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 & 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 🎤

🐾
So Animal… are you actually telling me the next scene starts with room service?

Animal:
What, you think I let you soak in all that sin without feeding the house?

Bullet:
You ordered wings.

Animal:
I ordered silence.
What I got was a front-row seat to corruption.

Bullet:
Wait—this kid walked into a hotel gangbang and just… stayed?

Animal:
Closed the door. Dropped the tray. Watched like it was church.
Until he got pulled into the sermon.

Bullet:
You're sick.
…Tell me everything.

You opened the door like nothing was out of the ordinary.

Just another college kid, twenty at most, holding a tray of wings and fries in trembling hands. His eyes went wide when they landed on me—naked, on my knees, cheeks flushed and lips still glossy from the last round. Behind me? Tangled sheets, sweat-slicked skin, and Sandy moaning into someone’s chest with her thighs wide open.

He blinked like he’d walked into the wrong room… but couldn’t look away.

“Ever seen seven people fuck at once?” I asked him, voice low and playful.

He didn’t speak—just swallowed, hard.

You smirked. “Then close the door. And drop the tray.”

And he did. Poor thing never stood a chance.

You pulled him in with a look—one that dared him to step closer or bolt. But he didn’t run. Not when Sandy crooked a finger at him. Not when one of the boys pulled him down to the bed. Not even when I crawled forward, licking sauce from my lips like I was starving for something more than wings.

What followed wasn’t just sex. It was a full-blown symphony—a chorus of moans, slaps, gasps, and names we didn’t ask for. Fry Boy earned his nickname in under an hour… and lost every last bit of innocence in less time than that.

But I? I kept my eyes on you.

Every time I was touched, I thought of you.
Every time someone moaned, I imagined your growl behind it.
And when I finally collapsed again—sore, dripping, ruined—you walked over, lifted my chin, and kissed my forehead.

“That was fun,” you whispered, dragging your thumb over my swollen lower lip.

“Next time?” I smiled, breathless.
“We bring the mirror.”

-A/B

groupplay · hotelroom · daddyandme · roomservice · gangbang · powerexchange · paintedred · animalandbullet · filthyromance · voyeurism · ruinedbutclaimed