The garage reeked of spilled beer and motor oil as our crew sprawled across old couches under flickering lights. I, Severin, watched Katya laugh with Varya and my ex Alena while Denis, Kolya, and Isa cracked jokes nearby. We were all drunk, the kind of buzz that stripped away filters. Katya caught my eye and smirked, her voice cutting through the noise. "Severin, you look like you're plotting something filthy. Care to share with the class?"
Alena, ever the sharp ex, chimed in with a wink. "Don't mind him, Katya. He's all talk until the pants come off." Katya stood, strong and unyielding, pulling me close. "Talk is cheap. Prove it, or I'll handle things myself." The air thickened with tension as our friends quieted, sensing the shift. I felt my cock harden instantly under her gaze.
"Horny already?" Katya teased, her hand brushing my thigh. "Let's give them a show." She shoved me against the workbench, her pussy already wet and dripping as she ground against me. Witty banter flew: "Think you can handle my ass in front of everyone?" she challenged. I retorted, "Only if you beg for my cock first." But she was in control, dropping to her knees for a sloppy blowjob that had me panting.
The others watched, Alena calling out, "That's my old move, Katya—make him sweat!" Katya stripped us both, her strong hands binding my wrists lightly with a belt for that BDSM edge. She mounted me reverse, guiding my hard cock into her tight ass. We fucked wildly, her pussy dripping as she rode, the garage echoing with our moans.
Sweating and panting, I came hard inside her, cum filling her ass while she climaxed with a fierce cry. Our friends cheered softly, but Katya just grinned, pulling me up. "Round one down, boys and girls."
As the night stretched on with knowing glances from Varya and the others, Katya whispered something that promised far more than this garage could contain.
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