Mila and her boyfriend spent the day in the kitchen, wrestling with an essay on a particularly steamy subject. They were tasked with exploring the orgy as a historical phenomenon, but the words just wouldn’t come. Defeat loomed large until their roommates, Alison and her guy, stepped in, promising salvation.
Then, a raunchy idea sparked in their minds. What if they put theory into practice? After all, every good researcher field-tests their hypotheses. The kitchen, once a place of culinary creation, morphed into a laboratory of lust. Clothes shed like autumn leaves, littering the floor.
Mila found herself pressed against the counter, her boyfriend’s cock hard against her ass. He slipped a finger into her pussy, then another, fucking her slowly. Alison, meanwhile, was on her knees, sucking her lad’s dick with eager expertise. The room filled with the symphony of wet, sucking sounds and low moans.
Mila’s boyfriend lubed up her asshole, his fingers sliding in and out, preparing her for more. She gasped as he pushed his cock into her ass, slowly at first, then faster, fucking her with abandon. Nearby, Alison was bent over the table, her lad fucking her pussy with intense, rhythmic thrusts.
The roommates switched positions, exploring each other’s bodies with eager hands and tongues. Mila found herself licking Alison’s pussy, tasting her sweet juices while her boyfriend watched, cock in hand. Alison’s lad, meanwhile, was fucking Mila’s ass, creating a gaping chasm that begged for more.
They fucked and sucked, changing partners and positions, until the kitchen was a sweaty, moaning testament to their orgy theory. Cocks slid into welcoming assholes and pussies, hands roamed and teased, and the room reverberated with the sounds of raw, unadulterated fucking.
In the aftermath, strewn across the kitchen like fallen soldiers, they grinned at each other. Theory tested and approved. The essay could wait; history could be rewritten later.
