The morning sun came through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the tangled sheets and naked bodies.
Roman stirred, feeling a warm, wet sensation enveloping his morning wood. He opened his eyes to see Natasha kneeling between his legs, her head bobbing up and down on his cock.
"Mmm, good morning," she purred, pulling back to lick the tip of his dick.
"I thought you might enjoy waking up like this."
Roman groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair.
"Fuck, that's amazing."
Natasha took him back into her mouth, sucking harder. Rashma and Mohini joined in, their hands roaming over Roman's chest and abs.They licked and kissed, their tongues tracing the contours of his muscular body.
Roman sat up, pushing Rashma down onto the bed. He spread her legs wide, burying his face in her pussy. She cried out, arching her back as he ate her out with enthusiasm.
"Oh fuck, yes!" she moaned, her fingers digging into his hair.
"Don't stop, Roman!"
Mohini straddled his face, grinding her clit against his mouth. Roman licked and sucked, his tongue delving deep inside her. The girls' moans filled the room, mingling with the wet sounds of his oral ministrations.
Natasha positioned herself over Roman's cock, sinking down on him with a satisfied sigh. She rode him hard, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Roman reached up, squeezing her tits roughly.
"Fucking take it, slut," he growled, smacking her ass. "Take my cock deep in that tight cunt."
Natasha moaned louder, riding him like a pro slut . Rashma and Mohini leaned in, sucking on her nipples as she bounced on Roman's lap.
Roman suddenly grabbed Natasha's throat, squeezing tight. Her eyes widened, but she continued riding him, lost in the thrill of near chocking.
He tightened his grip, feeling her bouncing more faster then before.
"Piss for me," he demanded, loosening his hold slightly.
"Piss all over my cock."
Natasha's bladder released, warm urine gushing out and splashing onto Roman's shaft. The sensation was overwhelming, and he felt his own orgasm approaching rapidly.
With a final, hard thrust, Roman buried himself inside Natasha, filling her with his cum. She came with a scream, her pussy squishd him tightly.
The trio collapsed onto the bed, panting and covered in sweat. But even as they caught their breath, Roman's mind was already racing with ideas for their next round of sex.
"Alright, who's ready for round two?" he grinned, already hard again.
Just as they were about to dive into round two, a sudden knock at the door broke the moment like a slap of cold water.
Roman sighed in frustration, running a hand through his hair. "Who the hell is knocking now?"
He lazily pulled on a pair of shorts—just enough to cover the essentials—and headed for the door. As he opened it, he came face-to-face with one of his aunt.
She froze for a heartbeat, her eyes slowly scanning his glistening, bare chest, before drifting down. The clear outline in his shorts made her cheeks flush, though she quickly masked it with a tight smile.
"Why are you almost naked?" she asked, trying to sound casual.
"I was working out just now," Roman replied, wiping some fake sweat from his forehead.
"Oh… I see." She cleared her throat. "Actually, I was looking for Reshma. Did she come here by any chance?"
Roman shook his head. "No, she didn't. Why would she come here? Maybe she stepped out for something. Don't worry, she'll turn up."
"Alright," the aunt said with a small nod. "If you see her, let her know I was asking about her."
She paused, then added, "Also, come down for breakfast. Your uncles are leaving today. You know how their businesses are—they can't stay away too long. Times are hard, and they need to stay on top of things to hold their position."
Roman gave a half-smile. "Yeah, they always have something urgent to take care of. Everyone's busy trying to hold on to their little empires these days."
She looked thoughtful for a second. "By the way, I haven't seen Russo since we all arrived. Where is he? I don't think I've seen him at all since your parents passed away."
Roman's face turned a bit serious. "It hit him hard," he said quietly. "Losing both our parents at once… he's not ready to face people yet. But he'll come around."
The aunt nodded slowly, eyes softening. "That poor boy..."
As she turned to leave, Roman called after her, his tone more playful than polite, "You sure you don't need anything else? I'm free now..."
She glanced over her shoulder, lips curving into a small, amused smile. "Hmm… maybe later," she said, then walked away, her hips swaying just a bit more than usual.
Roman closed the door and sighed. Turning back, he said with a playful grin, "Well, looks like round two will have to wait."
Roman got dressed and headed downstairs. He joined his uncles and aunts at the dining table, where breakfast was already being served. As they ate, the conversation slowly turned serious. The adults spoke about the growing tension between countries, the rising chaos in the world, and how it felt like something big—something dangerous—was about to happen.
Roman mostly listened in silence, but his mind was already elsewhere.
After the meal, one of his uncles placed a hand on his shoulder and said,
"Roman, we have to leave today. There's too much going on back at the company—we can't afford to stay longer."
Another uncle added,
"Look after them alright? Your aunts, your cousins… keep an eye on them. We'll come to get them once things settle down."
Roman nodded with a small, fake smile. "Sure. I'll handle everything."
A few hours later, the uncles were gone. Their cars disappeared down the driveway, leaving behind an eerie silence.
Now, only Roman remained—along with his three mature, curvy aunts, his three attractive cousins, one quiet nerdy cousin, a younger male cousin, and his now shut-in step brother, Russo.
Roman leaned against the doorway, watching the.blue sky and lost in thoughts. He knew the truth. None of them would be alive after the next four or five days.
The world was dying. And there was no stopping it.
So, he thought to himself, why not make the most of these last few days?
With that, he picked up the newspaper from the table, casually flipping through it. But something on the front page caught his eye. At first, he didn't quite get it. Then his eyes widened. He stared at the headline, reading it again and again.
"What the hell…?" he whispered under his breath.
His fingers tightened around the paper.
"How is this possible…?"
Something had changed. Something no one expected.
And Roman, more than anyone, knew what this meant.
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