We headed back over to the guys. They were finishing their beers, shooting the shit with each other. Lameck raised an eyebrow when he saw us, with that curious little smirk.
“All good?” he asked, his British English almost perfect.
“Yeah, all good,” I answered, looking him straight in the eyes. “We were talking… and figured it’d be hotter to keep drinking somewhere else, somewhere quieter. What do you guys think?”
Lameck glanced at his friend for a second, then locked eyes with me again, that calm, filthy smile on his face.
“Depends… where do you wanna go?”
I took a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline spike.
“I’ve got the key to an apartment a friend loaned me. It’s right nearby. Super comfortable, got booze there too… and we can talk without all this fucking noise.”
The silence hung for a couple seconds. Mbappé smirked and Lameck tilted his head, checking me out from head to toe without hiding it.
“Could work. Let’s do it!” he said, sounding pumped.
Carol squeezed my hand lightly. I smiled, feeling the rush and my pussy throbbing again, soaked with anticipation.
We paid the tab and the four of us walked out of the pub. The rain had eased up, but it was still cold as hell. We moved fast through the wet streets downtown, the wind cutting across our faces. On the way, Lameck walked right beside me, his arm brushing mine now and then. Every touch just made me more wound up.
We got to the building in a few minutes. I went up the stairs first, feeling their eyes on my ass. When I unlocked the apartment door and flipped on the light, my heart was pounding.
The place was small but charming, classic Soho—bohemian, buzzing London neighborhood. It had that intimate, slightly vintage vibe: exposed brick walls, warm yellow light from old lamps. The big brown leather couch took up most of the living room, big enough for all of us. There was a soft rug on the floor, a tiny open kitchen, and a large window with a partial view of the Soho streetlights.
We’d barely taken our coats off. The horniness didn’t wait. The second I shut the door, I shoved Carol against the wall and kissed her hard, like we were the only two people in the world. Our mouths devoured each other, tongues twisting, bodies grinding with need. We started stripping each other, piece by piece, hands desperate, grabbing skin, tits, waist.
The two guys stood frozen in the middle of the room, totally stunned. I heard one of them mutter something low in their language, the tone clearly filthy.
I broke the kiss for a second, looked at Carol’s flushed face, then at them. With a nasty little smile, I asked:
“You mind if I get naked?”
Their eyes went wide, the whites lighting up the room with pure shock. With no music, I started peeling my clothes off slow. First the top came over my head, showing my black lace bra. I unbuttoned my jeans slowly, hips rolling a little as I pushed the denim down my thighs. Carol watched every move in silence, mouth open, totally stunned, hand over her mouth trying to hide that nervous horny grin.
I took the bra off slow, letting my tits out, nipples already stiff from the cold still in my body and the excitement. Last, I slid my panties down my legs and stepped out of them, completely naked right there in the middle of the room. Skin covered in goosebumps, hair still damp from the rain falling over my shoulders. I stood there fully exposed, no shame at all, just a filthy smirk on my face.
I reached out, grabbed Carol by the hair and pulled her face straight to my tits while hooking one leg around her waist, pinning her body against mine.
She let out a muffled little moan, still trying to pull back a bit, but she didn’t resist. With both hands she grabbed my tits, squeezing them together, feeling the weight and heat. Her hot mouth came next. First she licked slow, circling one nipple with her wet tongue, then opened her lips and sucked hard, pulling with hunger. The wet sound of suction filled the small room.
I arched my back, pushing my chest into her face, feeling every pull from her mouth shoot straight between my legs. While she sucked one tit hard, her hand worked the other, squeezing, pinching the nipple between her fingers, switching back and forth without stopping.
Her breath was hot and fast against my saliva-slick skin.
Without taking her mouth off my tits, her right hand slid down my stomach, over my hip, and slipped between my thighs. Her fingers found me completely soaked. She started touching me with slow, circular strokes on the most sensitive spot, then slid lower and pushed one finger in slow, then two, fucking me nice and steady while her mouth kept sucking my tits harder and harder.
I held her head tighter against my chest, grinding slow against her hand, moaning low. Carol moaned with me, the sound vibrating against my skin, clearly turned on by what she was doing to me.
I opened my eyes, still dizzy with lust, and found Lameck standing right close, watching us. I reached out for him, voice coming out hoarse and needy:
“Come here, big guy… fuck me.”
He understood my Portuguese perfectly, even without saying a word.
Lameck stepped up behind me, his big, warm body pressing against my back. I smelled him first—something masculine, warm skin mixed with light cologne. His thick lips touched the back of my neck, kissing slow, then sucking the skin with hunger while his big hands slid around my waist.
Carol stayed in front, sucking my tits hard, hot wet mouth pulling strong, tongue rolling over the nipples. Her fingers kept sliding in and out of me, soaked, making that obscene little sound with every thrust.
I moaned louder when Lameck pressed his body into mine. With his help I reached down, popped the button on his pants. I yanked the zipper and shoved my hand inside. Holy fuck… his cock was massive. Thick, heavy, hot, and already rock hard. When I got it out, I felt the weight in my palm. It was black, veins standing out, the fat head glistening. The kind of dick that makes you stare—long, thick at the base, throbbing in my hand.