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Chapter 25: Cinema (Act 4)
Lina’s hands moved in a steady rhythm, her fingers wrapping around the cocks of both men as their breathing grew heavier. The man on her left leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re so good at this,” he whispered, his voice raspy with arousal. Lina’s cheeks burned, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. The warmth of their cocks in her hands, the way they throbbed with every stroke, it was intoxicating.
The man on the right groaned, his hips jerking forward. “Fuck, she’s perfect,” he muttered, his fingers still kneading her breasts. Lina could feel her nipples hardening under his touch, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed to stop. The man on the left spit into his palm, his cock glistening as he slicked it up for smoother strokes. Lina felt the wetness on her hand, the sensation making her breath hitch.
“We don’t wanna finish yet,” the man on the left said, his eyes locking with his companion’s. “She’s too hot to rush.”
“Agreed,” the man on the right replied, his fingers trailing down her stomach. Lina stiffened as he slipped his hand between her thighs. “So tight,” he murmured, rubbing her pussy lips. “I can’t imagine how it’d feel to be inside you.”
Lina’s heart pounded. She had to end this. She had to make them cum before things went further. Her hand moved faster on the man on the right, her grip tightening slightly as she tried to focus. He let out a low moan, his hips bucking into her hand.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he muttered, his fingers abandoning her pussy to grip the armrest instead.
The man on the left stood suddenly, turning Lina slightly toward him. Before she could react, he rubbed his cock against her breasts, the heat of him making her shiver. Her hands froze momentarily, but the man on the right grabbed her wrist, forcing her to keep stroking him. “Don’t stop,” he growled.
The man on the left positioned himself, sliding his cock between her breasts. Lina gasped at the pressure, her breasts completely engulfing him as he began to move. “Owhhh.... your tits are perfect,” he groaned, his hands gripping her shoulders as he thrust between them. “So soft…so fucking tight.”
Lina felt a strange mix of panic and excitement as she watched him. His face was flushed with desire, his eyes locked on her chest as he fucked her cleavage. The man on the right leaned in, his lips brushing her neck. “You like this, don’t you?” he whispered, his hand back between her legs. “You’re soaked.”
She shook her head, but her body gave her away, arching slightly into his touch. The man on the right chuckled darkly, sliding a finger deep inside her. “God, you’re dripping,” he said, his finger slipping inside her.
Lina bit her lip to stifle a moan, her hands still moving on their cocks. The man on the left groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his grip tightening on her shoulders.
Lina’s stomach clenched. She needed this to be over. Her hand quickened on the man on the right, her thumb circling the tip of his cock. He cursed under his breath, his hips jerking into her hand. “Fuck...I’m...oh, fuck!” he came with a strangled cry, his release spilling over her fingers.
The man on the left followed soon after, groaning softly as he painted her chest with cum. Lina sat frozen, her hands falling away as both men relaxed into their seats. The room was quiet except for their heavy breathing.
The man on the right wiped himself off with a tissue, glancing at Lina with a smirk. “You’re amazing,” he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. She flinched but didn’t pull away.
The man on the left leaned back, watching as Lina quickly reached for her blouse. “We could keep this going,” he suggested, his voice low. “The bathroom’s just down the hall.”
Lina shook her head, fumbling with her buttons. “I need to get back to Rahim,” she said quickly, her voice trembling. “He’ll wake up soon.”
The man on the left nodded reluctantly, pulling out his phone. “Give me your number,” he said, holding it out to her. Lina hesitated but rattled it off quickly. He dialed, stopping at the first ring. “Just to be sure,” he said with a sly grin.
Lina’s hands trembled as she frantically searched the floor for her discarded blouse, bra, and panties. The two men, seemingly amused by her desperation, helped her search in the dim light of the cinema. The man on her right found her panties first, but instead of handing them over, he held them up with a smirk. “I think I’ll keep these,” he said, taking a deep whiff before slipping them into his pocket. The man on her left chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying her discomfort.
Lina’s face burned with shame, but she didn’t argue. She quickly pulled on her bra and blouse, buttoning them with shaky fingers. She adjusted her skirt, smoothing it down as if it could somehow erase what had just happened. Without a word, she turned and rushed toward the bathroom, her heart pounding in her chest. She prayed the men wouldn’t follow her. Thankfully, they didn’t. The sound of their laughter faded as she reached the safety of the bathroom door.
Inside, she leaned against the sink, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, tears welling in her eyes. Her chest felt tight, her mind a whirlwind of guilt and confusion. She splashed cold water on her face, trying to steady herself, but the image of the man sniffing her panties lingered in her mind. What have I done? she thought, her stomach churning.
She wiped herself clean with trembling hands, her body still tingling from their touch. Part of her wanted to scream, to run out of the cinema and never look back. But another part, a part she refused to acknowledge, felt a strange thrill at the memory of their hands on her, their voices in her ear. She shook her head, trying to push those thoughts away. This is wrong, she told herself. So wrong.
Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to compose her expression. She couldn’t let Rahim see her like this. She slipped back into the theater, sliding into the seat beside him. He stirred, blinking sleepily. “Did I miss much?” he asked groggily.
Lina forced a smile, her voice trembling slightly. “Not really,” she lied, her mind still reeling from what had just happened. She glanced around the theater, the men were gone. But their words lingered in her mind…and their promise to call.
Lina’s hands moved in a steady rhythm, her fingers wrapping around the cocks of both men as their breathing grew heavier. The man on her left leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re so good at this,” he whispered, his voice raspy with arousal. Lina’s cheeks burned, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. The warmth of their cocks in her hands, the way they throbbed with every stroke, it was intoxicating.
The man on the right groaned, his hips jerking forward. “Fuck, she’s perfect,” he muttered, his fingers still kneading her breasts. Lina could feel her nipples hardening under his touch, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed to stop. The man on the left spit into his palm, his cock glistening as he slicked it up for smoother strokes. Lina felt the wetness on her hand, the sensation making her breath hitch.
“We don’t wanna finish yet,” the man on the left said, his eyes locking with his companion’s. “She’s too hot to rush.”
“Agreed,” the man on the right replied, his fingers trailing down her stomach. Lina stiffened as he slipped his hand between her thighs. “So tight,” he murmured, rubbing her pussy lips. “I can’t imagine how it’d feel to be inside you.”
Lina’s heart pounded. She had to end this. She had to make them cum before things went further. Her hand moved faster on the man on the right, her grip tightening slightly as she tried to focus. He let out a low moan, his hips bucking into her hand.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he muttered, his fingers abandoning her pussy to grip the armrest instead.
The man on the left stood suddenly, turning Lina slightly toward him. Before she could react, he rubbed his cock against her breasts, the heat of him making her shiver. Her hands froze momentarily, but the man on the right grabbed her wrist, forcing her to keep stroking him. “Don’t stop,” he growled.
The man on the left positioned himself, sliding his cock between her breasts. Lina gasped at the pressure, her breasts completely engulfing him as he began to move. “Owhhh.... your tits are perfect,” he groaned, his hands gripping her shoulders as he thrust between them. “So soft…so fucking tight.”
Lina felt a strange mix of panic and excitement as she watched him. His face was flushed with desire, his eyes locked on her chest as he fucked her cleavage. The man on the right leaned in, his lips brushing her neck. “You like this, don’t you?” he whispered, his hand back between her legs. “You’re soaked.”
She shook her head, but her body gave her away, arching slightly into his touch. The man on the right chuckled darkly, sliding a finger deep inside her. “God, you’re dripping,” he said, his finger slipping inside her.
Lina bit her lip to stifle a moan, her hands still moving on their cocks. The man on the left groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his grip tightening on her shoulders.
Lina’s stomach clenched. She needed this to be over. Her hand quickened on the man on the right, her thumb circling the tip of his cock. He cursed under his breath, his hips jerking into her hand. “Fuck...I’m...oh, fuck!” he came with a strangled cry, his release spilling over her fingers.
The man on the left followed soon after, groaning softly as he painted her chest with cum. Lina sat frozen, her hands falling away as both men relaxed into their seats. The room was quiet except for their heavy breathing.
The man on the right wiped himself off with a tissue, glancing at Lina with a smirk. “You’re amazing,” he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. She flinched but didn’t pull away.
The man on the left leaned back, watching as Lina quickly reached for her blouse. “We could keep this going,” he suggested, his voice low. “The bathroom’s just down the hall.”
Lina shook her head, fumbling with her buttons. “I need to get back to Rahim,” she said quickly, her voice trembling. “He’ll wake up soon.”
The man on the left nodded reluctantly, pulling out his phone. “Give me your number,” he said, holding it out to her. Lina hesitated but rattled it off quickly. He dialed, stopping at the first ring. “Just to be sure,” he said with a sly grin.
Lina’s hands trembled as she frantically searched the floor for her discarded blouse, bra, and panties. The two men, seemingly amused by her desperation, helped her search in the dim light of the cinema. The man on her right found her panties first, but instead of handing them over, he held them up with a smirk. “I think I’ll keep these,” he said, taking a deep whiff before slipping them into his pocket. The man on her left chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying her discomfort.
Lina’s face burned with shame, but she didn’t argue. She quickly pulled on her bra and blouse, buttoning them with shaky fingers. She adjusted her skirt, smoothing it down as if it could somehow erase what had just happened. Without a word, she turned and rushed toward the bathroom, her heart pounding in her chest. She prayed the men wouldn’t follow her. Thankfully, they didn’t. The sound of their laughter faded as she reached the safety of the bathroom door.
Inside, she leaned against the sink, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, tears welling in her eyes. Her chest felt tight, her mind a whirlwind of guilt and confusion. She splashed cold water on her face, trying to steady herself, but the image of the man sniffing her panties lingered in her mind. What have I done? she thought, her stomach churning.
She wiped herself clean with trembling hands, her body still tingling from their touch. Part of her wanted to scream, to run out of the cinema and never look back. But another part, a part she refused to acknowledge, felt a strange thrill at the memory of their hands on her, their voices in her ear. She shook her head, trying to push those thoughts away. This is wrong, she told herself. So wrong.
Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to compose her expression. She couldn’t let Rahim see her like this. She slipped back into the theater, sliding into the seat beside him. He stirred, blinking sleepily. “Did I miss much?” he asked groggily.
Lina forced a smile, her voice trembling slightly. “Not really,” she lied, her mind still reeling from what had just happened. She glanced around the theater, the men were gone. But their words lingered in her mind…and their promise to call.
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