The city's neon lights pierced the velvet curtain of the night, their reflections dancing across the wet pavement. Above the sound of distant traffic and chatter, the rhythmic thump of music resonated from the heart of a masquerade ball hosted in a pop-up bar. 

The bar, known as "The Mystic Mask," had appeared overnight, an exclusive, invite-only venue that promised an evening of unbridled indulgence to the elite few who knew of its existence. Snow White, the club's enigmatic owner, surveyed her realm from the shadows. 

Her attire for the night was a testament to her unabashed sexuality—black chaps that framed her voluptuous thighs, a leather halter top that barely contained her monumental breasts, and a mask that was as elegant as it was revealing. Her eyes, brown and fiery, peered through the mask's slits, watching as her guests mingled and sipped on overpriced cocktails. 

Her skin was a canvas of ink, telling the story of a woman who had danced with danger and embraced the darker shades of desire. Her movements were fluid as she weaved through the crowd of masqueraded bodies, the scent of leather and lust thick in the air. The bar was packed with a motley crew of the city's elite, all hiding behind their masks of anonymity. 

Each guest had a different reason for being there—some sought escape from their mundane lives, others craved the thrill of the forbidden, and a few were there to indulge in the luxury of the evening. Yet, all shared a common thread: the need for the raw, unfiltered passion that only a place like "The Mystic Mask" could provide. 

At the bar, Bashful, a tall, brooding man with piercing blue eyes, took a sip of his whiskey, his gaze lingering on Snow White's swaying hips as she approached. She knew he had been a regular at her club for months, constantly nursing his drink in the corner, watching but never participating. 

Tonight, she decided, would be different. She strolled to him, her high heels echoing through the dimly lit space. With a knowing smile, she leaned over the counter, her ample breasts straining against the confines of her leather top, and whispered a seductive invitation in his ear. The tension between them grew, his cheeks flushing under his mask as he nodded in silent agreement. Guiding him through the crowds of people, she led him to a private, sound proofed booth in the back of the club. 

The walls were lined with velvet, the color of fresh blood, and the air was thick with the musky scent of desire. Inside, Grumpy, a man of few words but intense passions, waited for them, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. 

The two men had a history, a silent understanding beyond words. With a flick of her wrist, Snow White unlocked the handcuffs she had hidden at the small of her back and slid them onto Bashful's wrists, securing them to the sturdy metal rings attached to the booth. 

His breath hitched, and his pupils dilated as she straddled him, her powerful thighs pressing into his lap. Her voice purred as she spoke, "Tonight, Bashful, you're going to let go of your shyness." She turned to Grumpy, who had already unbuckled his pants, revealing his substantial length. "And you, 

Grumpy will show him what he's been missing." Snow White's fingertips grazed Bashful's neck, sending a shiver down his spine as she slid her hand behind his head and pulled him into a deep, hungry kiss. 

His hands, now cuffed, flexed uselessly, but she didn't miss the way his body responded to her touch. Grumpy stepped closer, his eyes hooded and filled with desire, and placed a hand on Snow White's waist. He leaned in, the tip of his tongue tracing the line of her jaw, making her shiver. The music grew louder outside their little sanctuary, the bass line thumping in time with their racing hearts. 

Bashful's eyes widened as Grumpy reached around and cupped one of Snow White's breasts, squeezing it gently, his thumb playing with the metal ring of the nipple clamp she wore. 

The pain was exquisite, and she moaned into the kiss, feeling Bashful's erection press against her. She broke the kiss, turning to face Grumpy, her mask tilting upward in a mischievous smile."You know the rules. "Tonight is about letting go, embracing the beast within."Snow White's voice echoed in Bashful's ears as she slid off his lap and knelt between his legs. The leather of her chaps creaked, and the room's air grew heavier with anticipation. Her long, black hair cascaded down her back,& and the pale skin her mask didn't cover. 

With a knowing smile, she reached for the bulge in his pants, gripping him firmly. Her touch sent a bolt of lightning straight to his core, and he gasped, his cock pulsing in her hand. With a slow, deliberate motion, she pulled his cock out of his pants. It was thick and hard, standing proudly before her. Bashful's eyes were glued to the sight of her full, pouty lips as she leaned in, the tip of her tongue peeking out to trace the vein that ran along the underside of his shaft. She placed her mouth around him, the warmth of her breath causing him to quiver with anticipation. 

The first touch of her lips was electric, sending a jolt through his body that had him biting back a moan. Her head began to bob up and down, her tongue swirling around his cock as she took him deeper into her mouth. 

The sound of her wet, hungry sucks filled the small booth, mingling with the distant beating of the club's music. Bashful's eyes rolled back, his hips bucking slightly as she applied more pressure, her teeth grazing his sensitive skin. She could feel his cock pulsing in her mouth, and she knew he was close. With a flick of her wrist, she released the clasp of the nipple clamps, and she felt him jolt as the blood rushed back into her sensitive peaks. Grumpy stepped closer, his hand sliding over her shoulder, his fingers tangling in her hair. 

He pulled her away from Bashful's cock, leaving it glistening with her saliva. "My turn," his voice gruff with need. He claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue invading her as he tugged at the strings of her top, freeing her breasts. They bounced free, and Bashful's eyes widened as Grumpy took one in his mouth, sucking hard on the pierced nipple. 

The pain was intense, but it only heightened her arousal. Snow White's hand reached down to grasp Bashful's cock again, stroking him as she moaned into Grumpy's kiss. She could feel the vibrations of his mouth on her nipple, the sensation shooting straight to her core. 

The two men watched each other over her shoulder, their eyes locked in silent communication. Grumpy released her nipple with a pop; his teeth were clear on the tender flesh. 

He nodded, and she knew what he wanted. With a smirk, she turned her attention back to Bashful, who was watching with fascination and fear. Moving down between his legs, she placed her mouth around the head of his cock. He gasped as she took him in, her tongue swirling around the tip, tasting his precum. She began to bob her head up and down, her teeth scraping gently against the skin. Each time she took him in deeper, she felt his body tense against the handcuffs, his breaths coming in harsh pants. 

She could feel her power over him, and it thrilled her. Her arousal grew as she listened to the noises of pleasure she was drawing from him, the sound of his zipper as she pulled it down, the rustle of fabric as she freed him from his pants.With Grumpy's encouragement, she took Bashful's entire length into her mouth, her throat tightening around him. 

He moaned, his hands flexing against the restraint. She knew he was close, could feel his cock pulsing in her mouth. But she didn't stop. Instead, she picked up the pace, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked harder. Behind her, she felt Grumpy's hands on her waist, his breath hot against her neck. He whispered dark, dirty words into her ear, urging her on, making her wet with every syllable.

Without warning, Grumpy's hand was between her legs, his rough fingers teasing her clit. She gasped around Bashful's cock, her hips bucking. The sensation was almost too much, but she didn't want it to end. Then, she felt the wet heat of his tongue as he spread her cheeks apart and pushed into her asshole. 

The intrusion was sudden, and she moaned, the vibrations reverberating around Bashful's cock. Grumpy's tongue was an unrelenting force, exploring every inch of her tight hole, tasting her, preparing her for what was to come. Bashful's eyes grew wide with shock and lust, watching as Grumpy pleasured her in such an intimate, animalistic way. 

The sight of it was more than he could handle, and his cock grew even harder. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening. Snow White looked up at him, her eyes filled with a fiery challenge, her mouth still wrapped around his shaft. 

He knew she was pushing him to the edge, but he could not stop. The sensation of Grumpy's tongue in her ass was unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was raw and primal, and it sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body. 

She felt her pussy clench, her juices flowing. With each stroke of his tongue, she grew wetter, her body begging for more. The handcuffs bit into her wrists as she reached back to grip the edge of the booth, her nails digging into the velvet. 

Bashful's eyes were glued to the scene unfolding before him. He had never seen anything so erotic, so taboo. He watched as Grumpy's tongue delved deeper into Snow White's asshole, her body arching back to meet him. The sight of it had him on the edge, his cock pulsing with every stroke of her mouth. He could feel the tension in the air, the anticipation building like a storm ready to break. 

With a final, hard suck, Snow White pulled away from Bashful's cock, leaving him gasping. She turned to face Grumpy, her eyes flashing with desire. She reached back, her hand caressing his cheek before sliding down to his cock. 

It was massive, a beast ready to claim its prize. Without a word, she leaned back and positioned herself over Bashful's face, her pussy mere inches from his mouth. He could feel the heat radiating from her, smell the sweet scent of her arousal. 

As Bashful tentatively touched his tongue to her folds, Grumpy's hands moved to her ass, spreading her cheeks wide. He positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging against her tight hole. 

The head of his dick was slick with precum, and he could feel the muscles of her ass clench as he pushed against her. With a low growl, he pushed forward,  her asshole once more. 

The sensation of being filled and invaded from both ends was almost too much for her to handle, but she reveled in it, pushing back against Grumpy's cock as Bashful's tongue found her clit. Tongue pushed into her wet pussy, he moved two fingers inside of her, and Grumpy thrust his cock hard and deep into her ass. 

Snow White's moan was muffled by Bashful's cock as she felt the fullness of two men claiming her body at once. The dual sensations of Bashful's tongue exploring her pussy and Grumpy's cock filling her ass were overwhelming, and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. 

Grumpy's rhythm was relentless, his thick cock stretching her tight hole with each powerful thrust. She could feel Bashful's eyes on her, watching as she was claimed from behind, his cock standing tall and demanding. Grumpy's grip on her hair tightened, pulling her head back as he whispered, "You're such a little whore, aren't you, Snow?" 

His words were like a whip crack in the quiet booth, stoking the fire of her desire. She moaned in response, the word "yes" lost in the symphony of sensation. His breath was hot in her ear, his teeth grazing her lobe as he spoke again, "You love it when men fuck you, don't you, slut? 

With a sadistic grin, she felt his hand come down hard on her ass, the slap echoing through the room. 

The sting of pain was a delicious contrast to the pleasure, making her pussy clench around Bashful's fingers. "More," she panted, the word coming out as a desperate whine. "Tell me," Grumpy growled, his hips pistoning into her, his grip on her hair tightening, "tell me how much you want it."Snow White looked up, her brown eyes glazed with passion, and begged, 

"I want it all, Grumpy. Fuck me, please, I need it."Her words were a call, and Bashful watched in awe as she succumbed to the pleasure. He had never seen anyone so beautiful, so powerful in their vulnerability. Her breasts bobbed with each thrust, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. 

He could feel the heat coming off her, the need in every quiver of her body."I want it, Grumpy," she repeated, her voice a song that made Bashful's cock throb. "Oh, please, please, give it to me." Her pleas grew more desperate, each stoking the fire in Bashful's belly. 

He watched as Grumpy's cock disappeared into her, his hips moving in a steady, punishing rhythm. The sight was mesmerizing, and Bashful felt his orgasm building. Grumpy's hand came down again, flesh meeting flesh, echoing through the booth. "You're going to take it all, aren't you?" 

His voice was a rough rumble, the sound of a man who knew exactly what he wanted and took it without apology. Snow White's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm. "Yes," she gasped, her voice breathy and desperate, "I want it, I want it all." Her words were a call, an invitation to the darkest depths of desire. Bashful's fingers curled inside her, and she knew she was close. The tension coiled tighter and tighter, like a spring about to snap. 

With a final, guttural groan, Grumpy's hand came down hard on her ass, the sting of pain mixing with the pleasure of his cock filling her up. It was all she needed. 

Her body tensed, and she threw her head back, arching her back, her breasts bouncing with the force of her orgasm. The word "god" left her mouth as a feral scream, echoing through the booth. The sound was like a call, beckoning Bashful closer, his mouth watering at the sight of her pleasure. Bashful watched, his eyes wide, as Snow White's body convulsed with ecstasy. 

Her juices coated his fingers, and he could feel the tremors of her climax against his palm. He had never seen anything so raw, so beautiful. The sight was almost too much, and he felt his orgasm building, his cock pulsing against her face. 

She looked up at him, her eyes wild, her mouth open in a silent scream. With one final, powerful thrust, Grumpy came, his cock pulsing deep inside her ass. 

The sensation sent another wave of pleasure crashing over her, her pussy clenching around Bashful's fingers. He could feel her contract around him, her body milking his hand. The sound of their combined release filled the booth, a symphony of moans and gasps that seemed to resonate through the walls. Bashful watched, his eyes hooded and hungry, as Grumpy slowly pulled out of her. 

His cock was still hard, the need to claim herself stronger than ever. He didn't need an invitation; he knew what to do. He climbed onto the booth, his legs straddling her, his cock bobbing with anticipation. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust, her mask askew on her face. With a growl, he grabbed her thighs, spread her legs more comprehensively, and thrust his cock into her soaking wet pussy. 

The feeling was indescribable—like coming home after a long, cold journey. 

Her walls clamped down on him, her pussy tight and warm, and he couldn't help but let out a moan of pure pleasure. He watched as she took him in, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. 

He leaned down, his teeth grazing her neck, his breath hot against her skin. Her nails dug into the velvet of the booth as he fucked her with an urgency that spoke of months of pent-up need. The handcuffs rattled against the metal rings, a metallic counterpoint to the wet sounds of their coupling. She could feel the head of his cock brushing against her G-spot, sending shockwaves through her body with every stroke. Her hips met his, urging him deeper, harder. The room around them faded, the music nothing but a distant hum as they lost themselves in the throes of passion. 

Bashful's muscles tensed, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He had never felt anything like this before, the raw, unfiltered need courting through him. He watched as Grumpy stepped back, his cock still hard, his eyes never leaving the scene before him.

With every thrust, Bashful could feel the handcuffs bite into his wrists, the metal cold and unforgiving. It reminded him of his submission and the power she held over him. 

But he didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of her pussy clamping down on him, the way her eyes rolled back in pleasure. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was anything but gentle. 

He tasted whiskey and lust, the flavor of her orgasm still lingering on her tongue.Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, her body preparing for another climax. He broke the kiss, his breaths coming in harsh pants as he watched her face. 

Her eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip. 

He reached up, pulling her mask aside to reveal her lips' entire red curve. 

He kissed her again, hard, as his cock plunged into her. 

He could feel the tension in her body, the way she was holding back."Let go," his voice thick with need. "Come for me, baby."Snow White's eyes snapped open, meeting Bashful's intense gaze. 

His words sent a shiver down her spine, the urgency in his tone making her pussy clench around his thick cock. She felt the beginnings of another orgasm, the promise of it coiling in her belly like a snake ready to strike.

 His grip on her hips was ironclad, his movements unyielding. "Oh, fuck, Snow," he groaned, his voice strained. "You're so fucking tight, god yes, so tight." His words were a litany of worship, a declaration of the pleasure she brought him. She could see the desperation in his eyes, the need to claim her fully, to conquer the last bastion of her innocence. 

Her pussy clenched around him, the walls tight and slick with desire. She had never felt so alive, so wanted. The handcuffs dug into her wrists,  a reminder of the power she wielded in this masquerade of lust. "More," she demanded, her voice a sultry purr. "Harder, Bashful. Show me what you've got."With a snarl, Bashful complied, his hips slamming into hers with a ferocity that made the booth shake. 

He felt her tense, her body tightening around him like a vice. The words "Oh fuck" slipped from his lips, a silent mantra of passion as he claimed her over and over. Her eyes never left him, the connection between them a live wire of need and want. Her moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet symphony of their pleasure. 

Each thrust brought him closer to the edge, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. "You're so fucking tight, Snow," he grunted, his voice strained with effort. "Tight...oh god, so tight." The words were a chant, a declaration of his loss of control. Snow White's eyes blazed with need, and she whispered, "Come for me, Bashful. Fill me up. 

I want to feel you inside me." The raw hunger in her voice was intoxicating, pushing him closer to the brink. He could feel his balls tightening, the pressure building, and he knew he was about to burst. With one final, powerful thrust, he gave in, his cock erupting deep within her, filling her with his hot seed. 

The feeling was unlike anything he had ever experienced—a culmination of months of pent-up desire, a release that seemed to go on forever. Her pussy milked him, the walls clenching around his shaft as he came, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. She threw her head back, her mouth screaming with pleasure as she felt him empty himself inside her. It was a moment of pure, unbridled ecstasy; their bodies joined in a dance as old as time itself. As Bashful's climax subsided, Grumpy stepped closer, his cock still rock-hard. 

He had watched the entire scene unfold with a fiery hunger in his eyes, and now it was his turn. He reached for the cat of nine tails hanging on the wall, the leather strips cracking in the air as he brought it down on her ass. The sting was a delicious shock, a reminder that she was theirs for the taking. Snow White's skin was a canvas of desire, marked by the imprints of Bashful's handcuffs and the reddened kisses of Grumpy's whip. She looked up at the towering man, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Take me, Grumpy, I'm all yours."His chuckle was deep and dark, sending shivers down Bashful's spine as he watched from his perch above. "I intend to," he said, his voice a gruff promise. 

He stepped closer, the cat of nine tails trailing behind him like a serpent eager to strike. His eyes raked over her, taking in every inch of her exposed flesh. The first crack of the whip was like a bolt of lightning, and Snow gasped as the pain blossomed across her ass. 

It was a beautiful agony, the sweetness of Bashful's release still lingering within her. Her body jerked, the handcuffs rattling against the booth's frame, but she didn't ask for mercy. Instead, she pushed back, silently begging for more. Grumpy's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched the red lines bloom on her alabaster skin. 

His hand pulled back, the cat of nine tails slicing through the air again. This time, the impact was more severe, the sting sending a shiver over her body that made her clench around Bashful's cock, still buried deep within her. Her breasts bobbed with the force of the blow, the metal rings of her nipple clamps jingling like bells of desire. 

Through gritted teeth, she whispered, "Please, Grumpy, I need you to fuck my ass again." The words were a breathless plea, a declaration of her complete and utter surrender. 

Bashful's cock twitched at the sound, his orgasm still a fresh memory. He watched, entranced, as Grumpy's hand tightened in her hair, his grip firm and unyielding."What was that? I didn't quite catch it, darling." Her eyes flashed with a mix of pleasure and pain; she gritted her teeth and called out, "Fuck my ass, Grumpy! Fuck me hard, please!" The words echoed through the private booth, a declaration of her wantonness that seemed to make Bashful's cock twitch inside her. Grumpy's grin grew wider, his eyes darkening with lust as he stepped closer, the cat of nine tails dangling from his hand. "As you wish," he said, his voice a low growl. He trailed the leather strips over her ass, the anticipation of the next strike making her shiver. "Repeat it, Snow," he demanded, his grip on the whip tightening. "Let everyone in this club know what a slut you are for us." His voice was a mix of challenge and desire, and she knew he wanted to hear her beg. 

With a fiery determination, she threw her head back and screamed, "Fuck me, Grumpy! Fuck my tight ass with that big, fat cock!" echoing through the booth, a declaration of her need for him to claim her once more. Grumpy chuckled darkly, his hand coming down with the whip again, this time even harder. 

The sound of leather meeting flesh was like music to Bashful's ears, the sight of her skin reddening under the assault only fueling his desire. "Repeat it, Snow," Grumpy ordered his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. "Let everyone in this club hear you beg for it." Her chest heaving, Snow White opened her mouth to repeat the words that had sent a jolt of excitement through her core. "Fuck me, Grumpy! Fuck my tight ass with that big, fat cock!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the private booth, louder and more desperate than before. The sound of her voice, filled with such raw need, only excites her further. With a savage grin, Grumpy stepped closer, the cat of nine tails still in his hand. "And what about Bashful?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Don't you want to feel his cock in your sweet cunt while I fill your ass?" Snow White's eyes flickered with excitement as she looked up at Bashful. 

His cock was still hard, glistening with her juices. "Yes," she panted, "yes, I want it all."Without hesitation, Bashful pulled out of her pussy, the slick sound of their bodies parting echoing through the room. He watched as Grumpy positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging against her puckered hole. With one hand, he grabbed the base of Bashful's cock, guiding it back to her entrance. "You're going to watch me fuck her," he said, his voice low and commanding. "You're going to watch her take both of us simultaneously. 

The head of Bashful's cock slipped into her wetness as Grumpy pushed into her ass. The dual sensation was almost too much to bear, and she moaned loudly, the sound muffled by the ball gag she now wore. Her eyes were wide with excitement and a hint of fear, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she pushed back, welcoming the invasion of his thick, hard cock. 

The two men began to move in tandem, their rhythm dancing with desire and dominance. Bashful watched as Grumpy's cock slid in and out of her ass, the sight of it making his cock throb with anticipation. He could feel her pussy tighten around him, her body stretched to the limit, taking both of them with an eagerness that was both thrilling and terrifying. With every thrust, they pushed her closer to the edge, her moans growing more frantic. 

Grumpy's hand was a blur as he worked the cat of nine tails over her skin, leaving a fire trail in its wake. Each strike brought a new wave of pleasure, each gasp a testament to her submission. "You're such a good little slut, aren't you, Snow?" Grumpy whispered in her ear, his breath hot and heavy. "You love having both of us inside you, filling you up, right?" His words were a caress, a declaration of his ownership. 

Her moans grew louder, echoing through the room. She could feel every inch of Bashful's cock in her pussy, the fullness of Grumpy's in her ass. The bite of the leather against her skin was a sweet agony. 

Her eyes never left Bashful's, the connection between them a live wire of passion and need. "Look at her, Bashful," Grumpy chuckled, his grip on her hips tight. "Such a greedy little slut, taking us both like she can't get enough." His words were a knife slicing through the last of her inhibitions. 

She felt a thrill of pleasure at his words, a dark delight that made her want to push even further, to let go of any semblance of control. Bashful's eyes were glued to the scene before him, his cock pulsing with every thrust. He nodded, his voice a fierce whisper. "Yes, she's a slut, the word like a benediction on his lips. "A beautiful, perfect slut."With a wicked smirk, Grumpy raised the cat of nine tails again, the leather strips quivering with anticipation. "You want more, don't you, Snow?" His voice was a seductive rumble that seemed to resonate through the very air. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of pleasure and pain as she nodded, the word "yes" a whimper on her lips. 

The anticipation was unbearable, a sweet torment that made her body quiver with need. Bashful watched, his arousal mounting as Grumpy brought the whip down with a fierce snap, the leather biting into her already reddened flesh. 

The sound was like a gunshot in the enclosed space, making her body jerk and her pussy clench around his cock. With every strike of the whip, she grew wetter, her juices coating Bashful's shaft. 

He could feel her body's reaction to the pain, the way it seemed to amplify her pleasure. It was a symphony of sensation, a dance they were all a part of. Grumpy's strokes grew more powerful, the whip leaving a trail of fire across her skin. Each impact sent a new shockwave through her body, making her pussy spasm around Bashful's cock. "Come slut, come for us right now!" Grumpy's voice was a snarl, a command that resonated in every nerve ending.

The pressure within her built, the tension coiling tight like a spring ready to snap. Bashful's eyes never left hers as he fucked her, the rhythm of his hips matching the beat of his heart. Snow White's body tensed, her muscles tightening around both cocks as she felt the orgasm approaching like a runaway train. "Yes," she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the music and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. "Please, I'm going to come!" The room swam before her eyes, the lights from the club outside casting a kaleidoscope of colors through the crack in the curtain. Bashful's cock pounded into her pussy, filling her with a warmth that seemed to spread through her entire being. 

Each thrust sent a bolt of pleasure straight to her clit, making her pussy quiver around him. Her breaths were coming in short, ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she felt the orgasm build within her. Grumpy's hand was a blur as he brought the whip down again and again, the sting of the leather a sweet agony that only served to heighten her pleasure. "Come for us, slut," he growled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Come for us now." Snow White's body obeyed the command, her pussy clenching around Bashful's cock as she screamed into the gag. 

The sound was muffled, but the desperation in her eyes was clear. Bashful felt her tighten around him, her muscles contracting in a fierce spasm of pleasure. He could feel the beginnings of his climax, the sensation of her pussy milking him driving him closer to the edge. Grumpy's hand paused mid-air, the cat of nine tails poised to strike again. 

He could feel her body tighten around him, the warm, wet heat of her ass gripping his cock like a fist. With a snarl, he buried himself deep inside her, his orgasm ripping through him like a tornado. The force of it made him stumble, his hand tightening around the whip. 

Bashful watched, his eyes wide with amazement as Grumpy came, his cock still buried deep within Snow White's ass. The sight of her taking them both, her body trembling with the force of her climax, was more than he could handle. With a roar of pleasure, he followed suit, his cock pulsing as he filled her pussy with his seed. 

The feeling was like nothing he had ever experienced—a white-hot explosion of pleasure that seemed to go on forever.Their bodies convulsed in unison, their shared release a symphony of grunts and gasps. For a moment, the world outside the booth ceased to exist. There were only the three of them, lost in a haze of lust and desire.