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her hips, pushing her downward until her cleft was brushing the tip of his cock. Cleo moaned, rolled her hips slightly, then lowered herself to impale him into her.
      “Oh…my…god…” Cleo gasped, thumping her head onto his chest and swiveling her hips to help him find her sweet spot. “Right there, oh god, yes, right there.”
    Chase thrust into her, trying to ignore the sounds of the other girls next to him, wet kissing, fingers moving inside pussies, giggles and moans. He was slightly embarrassed to be witnessing Kylie and Leah together, but in end gave himself over to being turned on by it. Their soft, sinuous bodies writhed together, pale skin flashing in the lights of Vegas shining through the open curtains. Their laughter faded as they neared release, moans becoming frantic, feminine gasps of ecstasy rising in an erotic chorus.
    Chase let himself grunt as he moved inside Cleo, raising his hips to meet hers, his large hands nearly spanning her tiny waist, lifting her negligible weight to crash her back down on top of him.
    “I’m so close again, Chase,” Cleo whispered in his ear, “but I need you on top.”
    Chase grinned up at her, then flipped her effortlessly, propping his weight on his elbows, his hips fitting between her parted thighs. “Like this?”
    “Fuck yes,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around his ass to pull him against her. “Harder, please.”
    Chase complied, driving into her slow and hard, drawing out and thrusting in. Cleo’s hands clawed down his shoulders as she rolled her pussy against him, their bodies meeting in a slap of flesh, their mutual moans of pleasure counterpointed by Leah and Kylie next to them coming with tangled screams and shrieks.
    Chase’s low male growls braided with the three female gasps, and then all became a symphony of orgasm as they all released together, Cleo curling around Chase and growling a high-pitched scream, Chase rasping low in his throat, Kylie and Leah’s moans echoing in harmony.
    Then all was still and silent but for desperate panting for breath.
    Chase moved his weight off Cleo, resting half-on, half-off the bed, one leg planted on the floor, the other across Cleo’s legs. Kylie and Leah took up most of the bed, tangled together in a splay of limbs, their breathing soft and rhythmic, gentle snores.  
    Chase tried to relax and get comfortable, but there were simply too many bodies in the bed, so he slipped off the bed, tugged his boxers on and made his way onto the balcony. The Vegas air was warm and dry, the sound of cars rushing in perpetual traffic, voices filtering up from the sidewalk a dozen stories beneath him.  
    He was still a little drunk, he realized. The lights around him were blurring and twisting. He heard the sliding glass door open and then close. Cleo joined him, his T-shirt not quite covering her ass, showing she hadn’t put on panties. Her bare skin flashed in the darkness, and he felt a stirring of desire for her, something strange and out of place that he didn’t understand. He’d just had sex with her, but he felt awkward staring at her bare pussy peeking out from beneath the shirt. He looked away, and Cleo tugged the shirt lower.
    “Couldn’t find my panties,” she said, sounding as awkward as he felt. “And I need a smoke.” She smacked a new pack of Parliament Lights on her palm three times, then ripped the cellophane off, withdrew a cigarette and lit it. She’d brought the nearly-empty bottle of Patrón out with her, and she took a swig from it before handing it to Chase.
    Cleo’s pack of cigarettes sat on the railing with her clear orange Bic lighter, and Chase, feeling an odd compulsion, took a cigarette and lit it.
    “I didn’t think you smoked,” Cleo said, blowing a plume of smoke out of the side of her mouth.
    “I don’t. Or at least, not anymore. Used to, back in high school.”
    “Why start now? It’s a nasty ass habit, but I love it too much to quit. At least not till I stop