The penthouse suite bled amber from the city lights beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting Damian's silhouette across the massive circular bed. His violet eyes swept over the five women arranged before him, each stripped naked.
Janice stepped forward first. She was the tallest, a black goddess at five-eleven with broad shoulders and thighs that could crush a man's skull. Her breasts were full and heavy, nipples already tight, and between her legs a trim patch of dark hair guided the eye to lips or her soaked cap.
She dropped to her knees without breaking eye contact.
"Let me have a taste. I'll be good, I promise." she murmured. Her fingers found his belt buckle.
Damian's cock sprang free, thick, veined, already glistening at the tip. Janice didn't hesitate. She took him into her mouth in one smooth motion, her lips sealing around the base as her throat adjusted to accommodate his length.
