Chapter 931: Private Feast (r-18)
The absurdity of it hit Phei like a slow filthy punchline:
Hours of lights, cameras, stylists fussing over every inch of him like he was a statue that needed perfecting—and now here he was, half-naked in the same damn makeup chair, with two women who had spent the day pretending to be professionals now treating him like their private feast.
The locked door, the distant murmur of the crew on the other side, the faint smell of setting powder and hairspray still clinging to the air... it was ridiculous but just as sinfully perfect.
Soraya dropped lower without another word her knees hit the floor between his spread legs with a soft, inelegant thud.
Her short skirt rode all the way up her thighs but she didn’t bother fixing it.
Her gentle soft long fingers slid up Phei’s powerful muscles of his calves first; her palms were hot and a little shaky from the sheer reality of touching him like this after hours of imagining it.
She leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of his left thigh, right above the knee.
Then another, higher.
Her tongue dragged slowly over Phei’s thighs tasting his sweet skin, and when she reached a particularly sensitive spot she nipped—light at first, then a little harder with her teeth grazing before she soothed it with a slow, wet lick.
Phei’s fingers sunk deep into Soraya’s fat soft ass; he then grabbed both big cheeks hard, squeezing the juicy flesh until it bulged between his fingers; he spread her open wide with his thumbs so her pussy cleft showed even through the thin panties.
Her body shook right away and her thighs tensed with a little tremor that ran down in her legs while she knelt there tasting his hot salty skin.
Phei lifted his hand and slapped her fat ass hard; the sound cracked and her big soft ass jiggled in a nice wave. Soraya’s mouth pressed harder against his thigh, a muffled gasp buzzing on his skin as the sting turned warm.
He rubbed the spot once then grabbed both cheeks again, spreading them even wider, feeling how her pussy was already getting wet and drippy so the fabric under his fingers turned soaked.
He slapped her fat ass again, lower, catching the undercurve so the juicy flesh bounced and jiggled before he squeezed it deep. Soraya tasted his thigh skin, the warm sweetness where she expected something salty, the thick manly flavor that made her tongue drag slower and hungrier.
Phei’s breath left him in a low groan.
His right hand stayed under her skirt, Phei’s fingers curled possessively around the soft curve of her ass, squeezing as she worked. His left hand found Noor’s waist again, sliding up under the thin straps of her floral dress to trace the line of her spine.
The Young Dragon’s fingers slid lower and traced the warm cleft of Soraya’s fat ass.
He spread her open again with his thumbs, the pads of his fingers brushing the now-drippy edge of her panties. He felt her body clench, her fat ass pushing back greedy into his hand.
He slapped her fat ass a third time, harder, the force making her whole body jolt forward so her big boobs squished against his leg and her tongue dragged harder on his inner thigh.
The skin under his palm grew warmer and pink from his slaps, red finger prints showing on her fat ass.
Phei pulled his wet fingers out, sniffed the sweet musky smell of her drippy pussy, he then licked them clean right there, tasting her juicy pussy juice on his tongue before he went back to grabbing and spreading her fat ass.
Noor was still standing beside the chair, but she had bent over him now, her dark hair brushing his chest as she kissed lower.
She started at the center of his sternum, her lips were soft and uncertain at first—another clumsy press that missed its mark slightly—before she found her rhythm.
Her tongue flicked out, tracing the hard line of muscle between his pecs, and when she reached his left nipple she paused, breathing against it, then Noor licked slow and almost experimental before sucking it gently into her mouth.
The suction was hesitant at first, but when Phei’s fingers tightened on her back she grew bolder, teeth scraping lightly over the sensitive peak before she bit down just hard enough to make him hiss.
"Fuck," Phei muttered, voice rough. His head tipped back against the chair. "You two are actually doing this."
Phei’s left hand slid around and grabbed Noor’s small tit through the thin floral dress. He squeezed the soft little boob hard, feeling how tiny and perky it was in his palm, the stiff nipple poking against his thumb.
Phei’s thumb flicked and pinched her stiff nipple but gently and teasing; after he started rolling it until her breath hitched and her body arched down into his hand, her small tits pressing tighter against his chest.
Noor tasted his skin while she sucked his very nipple, the warm salty flavor mixing with her own spit.
This was perhaps the longest any woman had ever taken interest in his nipples, it expected to be weird but it was strangely good although he won’t say it aloud.
Soraya laughed against his thigh—warm, breathless, a little unhinged from how surreal it felt. "We discussed this but we never thought you’d give in," she admitted, voice muffled against his skin.
She kissed higher, her tongue dragged in a long, wet stripe up the inside of his thigh, stopping just short of the thick bulge straining against his boxers.
She nipped the sensitive skin there, then licked the sting away, her dark waves tickling his leg.
"Noor kept staring at your mouth between takes. I kept staring at your hands. We knew we were both fucked to think about this threesome. Its our dark fantasy we were just waiting for who we deemed worthy!"
And here they had been asking themselves if they were worthy!
Soraya’s hands grabbed Phei’s powerful thighs, pushing them wider apart so she could get closer.
Her fingers dug into the hard muscle, nails biting the hot skin.
She spent long minutes licking and biting his inner thighs — big wet licks that left shiny trails, then sharp little bites that sank her teeth in just enough to mark him, then slow soothing licks over every red spot.
