Connecting With Your Inner Gangbang

Lilith Grace gathers six dudes in her living room for meditation—Clarke Kent, Donny Sins, Scotty P, Slim Poke, Peter King, Gunnar Bishop—every guy cross-legged on yoga mats with their eyes shut. She tells them to breathe deep, relax. Second the room falls quiet, she slides over to Slim Poke like nothing's up, leans in, wraps her hand around his cock and strokes him slow at first, then faster. Doesn’t make a sound when she dips her head and swallows him halfway, spit already dripping down her chin. Slim bites his lip to keep from groaning while everyone else stays lost in their heads. Gunnar cracks an eye, catches the whole show, and Lilith just smirks, waves two fingers like he should step right up and play. She swaps to a wet, noisy blowjob for a minute, slobber glistening off her lips, then Gunnar slides in alongside. Word spreads without a single word—Clarke’s next, then Donny, until all five of them crowd around her. Lilith wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and grins like she planned this from minute one. She climbs to her feet, strips off the loose sundress, sinks to all fours on the hardwood and shoots every man a look over her shoulder. ‘C’mon then—gangbang me if you’ve got the guts.’