Switching to Seraphina, her breasts even fuller, wrapping him in softness. Thrusting between them, the sensation amplified—warm, yielding flesh massaging every inch. "Deeper—fuck my tits, Xavier! Begging for more," she cried.

They alternated tit fucking, tongues joining, orgasms from earlier echoing in new builds. Xavier finally released between Celene's breasts, hot spurts painting her skin, intense pleasure crashing.

But more missionary followed, positions layering—Xavier on top of one, the other riding his face. Orgasms intensified, bodies quaking, lust endless.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, the angle of the bridge allowing him to slide in at a downward slant, hitting depths that made her gasp immediately. The feeling inside her pussy was extraordinary—her elevated position tightened her walls even more, creating a vice-like grip around his girth, hot and wet, every inch of him dragging against her sensitive spots with amplified friction. The arch compressed her inner muscles, making each plunge feel like he was splitting her anew, her G-spot bombarded relentlessly. "Oh god, Xavier... it's so deep, so intense in this bridge! More—please, fuck me harder, I beg you! My pussy's clenching so tight for you!" Her voice broke into moans, her enormous breasts jiggling with the effort to hold the pose, sweat beading on her skin as lustful thoughts raced through her: how exposed she felt, like a sacrifice to his desire; how the strain in her core only heightened the pleasure, building toward an orgasm that promised to shatter her.

Xavier's hands roamed her curves with fervent need—palms sliding over her arched belly, up to her enormous breasts, cupping their weight, thumbs flicking her nipples in time with his thrusts; down to her ass, gripping the full cheeks to pull her higher, feeling them flex under his fingers. The sensation for him was mind-blowing—her pussy's tightened embrace milking him rhythmically, hotter and slicker with each push, the bridge angle letting him grind against her cervix in a way that sent electric jolts through both of them. Lustful emotions surged: dominance as he controlled the depth, adoration for her strength and beauty in the pose, thoughts of how her voluptuous body trembled for him, begging for release. He thrust faster, the bed creaking slightly, his hips slapping against her elevated form.

Celene couldn't resist joining, her black hair brushing Seraphina's thigh as she leaned in, her tongue flicking Seraphina's clit lightly, adding sparks to the fire. "Look at you, slut... arched like that for his cock. Beg louder—I want to hear you cum intensely!" Her hand reached for Xavier's balls, cupping them gently, rolling them as he pounded, her own enormous breasts pressing against Seraphina's side, nipples grazing skin.

Seraphina's begs escalated, her body straining to maintain the bridge, muscles burning deliciously. "Deeper—oh fuck, more! I'm your bridge slut, begging for that huge dick... make me cum, please!" The combination—Xavier's thrusts, Celene's tongue, the pose's intensity—coiled tighter, her walls fluttering wildly. Her orgasm hit like a storm, more powerful than any before, her pussy convulsing in violent spasms, juices squirting slightly as she screamed, "Cumming—yes, so hard! More, don't stop!" Her arch faltered slightly, hips bucking, but Xavier held her, riding out the waves, feeling her milk him almost to his own edge.

As Seraphina collapsed back, gasping, body shimmering with sweat, Celene eagerly took her place.

"My turn now, Xavier—bridge me, fuck me in this new way. I beg you, stretch my pussy while I arch... make it intense!" She lifted her hips high, back bowing gracefully, her voluptuous figure on full display—enormous breasts heaving upward, black hair spilling, ass clenching to hold steady. Her thighs quivered, pussy dripping in anticipation.

Xavier shifted, his cock still rock-hard and slick from Seraphina, aligning with Celene's entrance. He thrust in deeply, the bridge pose tightening her walls just as it had for Seraphina, but Celene's pussy felt uniquely gripping, hotter from her arousal, rippling around him like a living thing.

The downward angle drove him straight to her core, friction amplified, every vein on his shaft felt against her sensitive inner flesh.

"Fuck, Celene... you're even tighter like this. Hold that arch—take every inch." His hands caressed her curves obsessively—kneading her enormous breasts, feeling their bounce as he thrust; tracing her arched spine, down to her hips for leverage; squeezing her thighs, encouraging her strength.

Celene moaned sluttily, her blue eyes locking on his over her shoulder.

"Yes—deeper, Xavier! This bridge makes me feel so full... more, I beg you, pound this slutty pussy! Make me cum harder than her!" Lustful thoughts flooded her: the vulnerability of the pose, exposed and straining; how his caresses ignited her skin, building a fire that spread from her core outward. Her muscles burned, but the pain blended with pleasure, heightening everything.

Seraphina, recovered enough, mirrored Celene's earlier role, her tongue teasing Celene's clit, fingers circling Xavier's base as he thrust. "Beg for it, you whore... arch higher, let him ruin you."

Her enormous breasts pressed against Celene's side, adding sensory overload.

Xavier's feelings intensified with the switch—the contrast in their pussies driving him wild: Seraphina's had been demanding, Celene's yielding yet fierce, her walls clenching in waves that pulled at his release.

Emotions roared: a profound connection, raw lust, thoughts of their bodies as extensions of his desire. He thrust harder, spanking Celene's ass lightly, watching it jiggle in the arch.

Celene's orgasm built rapidly, the bridge's strain pushing her limits.

"More—oh god, harder! Begging for that intense cum... fuck me until I break!" It crashed over her, even more explosive, her pussy spasming wildly, body shaking as she wailed, "Cumming—so fucking intense! More, please!"

They continued switching in the bridge, each turn building orgasms more shattering—Seraphina's second wave squirting profusely, Celene's third leaving her trembling.

Beggings filled the air:

"Deeper— please more!" Caresses endless: breasts, asses, thighs mapped by Xavier's hands.

To make it interesting, they evolved the position—Xavier lifting one in a standing bridge variant, fucking while holding her up, muscles straining. Descriptions lingered: scents of arousal thickening, sounds of wet slaps and moans, tastes as they kissed mid-thrust.

Hours blurred in the story, position exploring every nuance—adding toys imagined from the nightstand, vibrations on clits during arches.

Finally, Xavier came deep in Celene's bridge, the release cataclysmic, bodies collapsing in bliss, promising afternoon revivals.

As the amber morning light evolved into the fuller hunger building anew.

"My beauties," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers through them, "we've arched and strained, but now... something new. I'll fuck you both in a tangled embrace—missionary twisted with kisses so deep you'll moan into my mouth, muffled and desperate. Seraphina first, then Celene, switching as the heat demands. Hold nothing back—beg through those kisses, let me feel your lust vibrate against my lips."

Seraphina's green eyes flared with slutty eagerness, her body already arching toward him as she lay back, spreading her legs wide, her pussy still throbbing from the bridge's intensities. "Yes, Xavier... fuck me like this, but kiss me deep while you do. I need your tongue in my mouth as your cock fills me—more, please, make me moan muffled for you!"

Her enormous breasts heaved, nipples dark and erect, black hair splayed like a dark crown. Xavier positioned himself above her, his knees sinking into the mattress, his hands sliding up her thick thighs to grip her hips, feeling the soft give of her flesh.

His cock, thick and veined, nudged her entrance, teasing the slick folds before thrusting in slowly, deeply, the missionary base allowing him full control.

As he sank into her heat, her walls enveloping him like a hot, velvet fist—tight, rippling with aftershocks, every inch of him dragged against her sensitive inner flesh—Xavier leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, consuming kiss. Their mouths fused, tongues tangling in a wet, urgent dance, his breath mingling with hers. Seraphina moaned into the kiss, the sound muffled against his lips, vibrating through him like a secret plea.

"Mmmph... more," she tried to beg, but it came out as a garbled hum, her tongue pressing against his as her hips bucked up to meet his thrusts. The feeling inside her pussy intensified with the kiss—the position letting him grind deep, hitting her G-spot while the intimacy of their locked mouths amplified every sensation, her walls clenching tighter, juices coating him slickly.

Xavier's hands roamed her curves during the kiss, one palm cupping her enormous breast, kneading the heavy orb, thumb circling the nipple until it pebbled harder; the other sliding to her ass, squeezing the full cheek to pull her closer, feeling it flex with each thrust. Lustful thoughts raced through his mind: how her body surrendered so completely, her muffled moans like music fueling his dominance; how the kiss made it personal, a claim on her soul as much as her flesh.

He thrust harder, the slap of skin muffled by their proximity, his tongue exploring her mouth as if devouring her essence. Seraphina's moans grew frantic, muffled bursts—"Mmmph! Deeper... beg... more!"—her eyes fluttering shut, body trembling as the build-up coiled tighter, the kiss stealing her breath while his cock stretched her wide.

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