The bass thumped through my veins as I leaned against the bar, still buzzing from my ex's pathetic dump text. Horny didn't even cover it—I was dripping with need, ready to rewrite the night on my terms. That's when five guys circled, all sharp suits and cocky grins. "Rough night, beautiful?" the leader asked, his eyes raking over me. I smirked, sipping my drink. "Dumped, not defeated. You five look like you could handle a woman who knows what she wants."
Witty banter flew as they bought rounds. "Five on one? Bold claim," I teased, feeling their heat. "Or are you all talk and no hard action?" One laughed, "Talk's cheap, but our cocks aren't." The tension crackled; I wasn't submissive—I picked the back room, leading them with a sway of my hips. Panting already, I stripped, commanding, "Show me what you've got."
They descended, strong hands slapping my cheeks and ass with playful sting that made my pussy clench. One sucked my clit hard while another thrust his cock into my wet mouth for a sloppy blowjob. I moaned around him, directing the rhythm. "Harder—don't hold back on me."
Sweating bodies tangled as they took turns pounding my pussy, five hard cocks filling me in waves. I came first, gripping and dripping, then again as they slapped my ass red and pumped cum deep. Panting, I rode the last one reverse, owning every thrust until they all spilled, groaning my name.
We collapsed in a heap, my body humming with satisfaction, but as the leader whispered about round two tomorrow, I knew this was just the start.
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