{The Next Morning}"What would you like to order today?"A young waiter stood by the table, pen poised over his notepad, a polite, practiced smile plastered on his face.He might as well have been talking alone. The four people at the table were currently embroiled in a verbal civil war. There was Lilith, Alice, Rita, and Mark—though Mark currently occupied the role of a silent spectator, looking nearly invisible as the women’s voices rose in volume."As I told you on the phone, we are going to Dubai!" Rita punctuated her sentence by slamming her palms onto the table. "How many times do I have to repeat myself?"Lilith leaned back, rolling her eyes with theatrical exhaustion. "Dubai this, Dubai that. Is that the only 'fancy' word in your vocabulary? Though, I suppose I shouldn't be shocked. It’s you we’re talking about, Rita. All boobs, no brains."Rita’s brow furrowed into a dangerous V. "Your jealousy over my chest is becoming pathetic, Lily. I’m trying to suggest a place where we c

The flight had taken its toll. The sheer exhaustion of a red-eye journey across multiple time zones left the girls completely drained, their internal clocks thoroughly shattered by jet lag.Needing a moment to wash off the travel grime and clear his head, Mark went into the sprawling master bathroom. Before closing the door, he went over to the suite's private minibar. It was stocked with an impressive, top-shelf selection of alcohol. He bypassed the lighter spirits, grabbed a heavy glass bottle of Hennessy, and carried it inside.He turned the brass fixtures, filling the deep stone soaking tub with steaming hot water. Stripping down, he eased himself into the warm water, the contrast soothing his tight muscles. He unscrewed the cap of the Hennessy bottle, poured a generous splash into a glass, and tossed it back. The harsh burn hit the back of his throat, making him grimace slightly."Ahhhh..." He exhaled a long breath, letting hi

(Alice's POV)There were quite a few things I loved in this world: sewing, designing, cream puffs, and smooth R&B music. But absolutely none of that could ever compare to the feeling of having Mark’s thick cock buried inside of me. It was a completely different level of ecstasy, a sensation so intense that I doubted anything or anyone else on this planet could ever replicate it.The moment Mark guided his massive shaft into my totally drenched, dripping cunt and I sank all the way down onto it, I felt incredibly stretched and full. I had to freeze for a hot second just to let my tight walls stretch and adjust to his size. He was panting heavily in sheer anticipation, his body practically vibrating with the urge to slam upward and ram himself inside me, but he understood what I needed and didn't force me to move faster.Instead, he played the perfect gentleman, wrapping his giant, muscled forearms around my waist and pulling me flush aga

(Mark's POV)As always, my sister’s sleeping position was aggressively unladylike and devastatingly hot. She was sprawled out in a faded orange nightdress, a stupid little teddy bear printed right between her breasts. Thanks to her tossing and turning, the hem had hiked up past her waist, offering a clear, high-definition view of her red lace panties.She was flat on her back, one leg cocked up while the other laid straight, a pose that turned her crotch into a focal point. Her pussy print was vivid, the fabric of her panties straining against the puffed, swollen paradise beneath. I licked my lips, drinking in the sight like a man dying of thirst. My gaze drifted up her soft abdomen to that teddy bear, marking the territory of my favorite obsession: her breasts.The neckline was deep enough to spill out the tops of her round fat tits. As she snored, I took full advantage, staring at them with the kind of raw, unapologetic hunger that most guys would lie about. I’m a degenerate; I’ve m

(Lilith’s POV)My fear and confusion were heavy as Mark loomed over me again, ruthlessly pinning me against the wall before shoving a single finger deep into my pussy."Are you ready to be turned into the slut you really are?" he asked, his voice dripping with dark amusement."What? I-I'm not a slut! I'm the heir of the Brisc—"He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against my bare back. "Oh, you poor kitten. I can feel your heart hammering through your ribs. I can hear the tremble in your voice. But don't worry... I'll let you go after I make more than just your voice tremble."With that, he brought his hand down on my ass cheek—not a brutal strike, but a firm, playful slap that made my skin sting and heat up instantly. Then, I felt his thick, throbbing cock hovering right behind me, dragging up and down the crease of my backside. The sheer size and heat of it, fueled entirely by my shock and terror, sent a wave of panic straight to my core. He used his free hand to shove his hair o