The two men didn't need to be told twice. They approached the bed with a hunger that was almost feral. Linda's eyes widened with excitement as Joe took position between her legs, his cock nudging against her slick entrance. Sara, still straddling her, leaned back against Patrick, his hands moving to cup her breasts as she guided his cock to her own eager pussy.
Their bodies came together in a symphony of lust, each one driving into the other with an urgency that seemed to shake the very foundation of the hotel. Linda's eyes rolled back in her head as Joe filled her, his strokes long and deep, his every movement echoed by the slap of skin against skin. Sara's cries grew louder as Patrick fucked her, his cock hitting all the right spots, her orgasm building with every thrust.
Their moans filled the room, a cacophony of pleasure that seemed to drown out the sounds of the festival outside. The bed rocked beneath them, the headboard slamming into the wall in time with their movements. They were lost in a world of sensation, their bodies a tapestry of need and desire.
Linda's eyes fluttered open, meeting Joe's intense gaze. She watched as he thrust into her, his muscles rippling with the effort. She felt so alive, so alive that it was almost painful. The feeling of his cock stretching her, filling her completely, was unlike anything she had ever experienced. And knowing that Sara was watching, feeling the same pleasure, only made it that much more intense.
Sara's eyes locked onto Linda's, the connection between them stronger than ever. They had shared so much already that night, but this was something new, something deeper. As Patrick drove into her, she could feel Linda's pleasure, as if it were her own. The sensation was overwhelming, a maelstrom of desire that threatened to consume her.
Joe, feeling the tension in Linda's body, increased his pace. His strokes grew more urgent, his hips slapping against hers in a rhythm that seemed to match the thumping bass from the festival outside. Linda's nails dug into his back, her moans growing louder with every thrust.
Sara, her pussy clenching around Patrick's cock, threw her head back, her long hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of midnight silk. She could feel Linda's orgasm building, could see it in the way her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth opened in a silent scream.
"Come for me," Sara whispered, her breath hot against Linda's neck. "Come for all of us."
The words were a catalyst, and Linda's body responded with a ferocity that took her by surprise. Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her muscles tightening around Joe's cock as she screamed out her release. Sara's cries of pleasure mingled with hers, their bodies moving in a symphony of passion that seemed to resonate through the very air.
Joe felt her clench around him, her pussy pulsing with each wave of ecstasy, and it was all he could do to hold on. He thrust into her one last time, his own orgasm ripping through him like a tornado, leaving him gasping and trembling. His cum filled her, a hot flood that seemed to seal the bond that had been forged between them on that stage.
Patrick watched as Sara's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth forming a silent "Oh" as she too reached her peak. He felt her tighten around him, her walls gripping his cock in a vice-like embrace that had him spilling his own release deep inside her. The room was a blur of limbs and sounds, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to go on forever.
As the intensity of their climaxes subsided, the four of them collapsed onto the bed, their bodies a tangle of sweat-slicked skin. The air was heavy with the scent of sex, a potent reminder of the passion that had just been shared. They lay there, panting and trembling, their hearts pounding in unison like a drum beat that echoed through their very souls.
For a moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing, the quiet hum of the air conditioner, and the distant laughter from the festival outside. It was a stark contrast to the symphony of pleasure that had just filled the room.
"Holy shit," Sara finally managed, her voice hoarse from screaming. She leaned over Linda, kissing her deeply, sharing the taste of her release. "That was..."
"Amazing," Linda breathed, her eyes still glazed with passion. "I can't believe we just..."
"I know," Joe said, his voice still thick with desire. He leaned over, claiming Linda's mouth in a kiss that was just as intense as the one she had shared with Sara. "But we did, and it was fucking incredible."
Patrick, his arms wrapped around Sara, pulled her close. "You were both so beautiful," he murmured into her ear. "So powerful."
Sara's eyes shone with satisfaction as she looked at Linda, who was now nestled in Joe's arms. "We did it," she said, her voice a mix of awe and pride. "We really did it."
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