Chapter 49

“Sure,” Emily replied quickly, slipping away as if making eye contact with Mason even once might cost her a pound of flesh.

She headed in the direction Chris had pointed, spotting a door left slightly ajar. Pushing it open, she froze, her skin prickling with goosebumps in an instant.

Inside, a group of well-dressed men lounged on the sofas, each surrounded by a cluster of women, maybe a dozen or so. The guys varied in every way, tall or short, heavy or slim, handsome or plain, some even in sharp tailored suits. But the women were all stunning, dressed more provocatively than the last: lace outfits with cutouts exposing their nipples, some clamped with clips, fishnet stockings split open at the crotch. It was enough to make her eyes water from the sheer intensity.

Whether it was oral, tit jobs, or full-on sex, the women handled it all with expert ease and unbridled enthusiasm, fully devoted to pleasing the men who just sat back and enjoyed.

“Oh, yeah, that feels amazing, pound me harder with that huge cock, come on, deeper,” moaned a curvy mature woman with full breasts and a round ass, kneading her own chest while arching back to meet the thrusts from behind. From her cries, you’d think the guy was some kind of stud.

But when Emily looked closer, he turned out to be a scrawny, pale twig of a man, his dick no thicker than a hot dog, his hips barely putting in any effort. She had to feel for the woman, putting on such a performance like it was a porn shoot.