You moan as she thrusts up into you, grinding her hips against yours. Her movements are slow but deliberate, driving you crazy with desire. As she nears climax, she begins to move faster and harder, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Suddenly, without warning, she pulls away from you and stands up, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her orgasm.

"No," she whispers, shaking her head slowly. "Not yet." With a wicked grin, she turns and kneels behind you, sliding down until she is eye to eye with your caged cock. Her fingers dance across your skin as she undoes the locks securing your cock, freeing it from its prison.

"Beg," she commands softly, her warm breath tickling the sensitive skin of your neck. "Tell me what you want."

Climbing the stairs slowly, Sharon approaches the door where she left Isaiah earlier. Without knocking or announcing her presence, she pushes it open and steps into the dimly lit hallway. Her eyes search for his figure in the shadows, finally finding him leaning against one wall with his head bowed.

Sharon takes a few steps closer, her body swaying sensually as she walks. "You've been such a good boy tonight," she coos, running her fingers through his hair. "

"Why don't you come downstairs and join the party? I bet everyone would like to meet my special friend..." She trails off suggestively as she leads him down the hallway, back towards the sounds of laughter and music. The emergency lights flicker overhead, casting eerie shadows across their faces as they move closer together.

As they near the bottom of the stairs, Sharon pauses and turns to face Isaiah, her hands resting on his shoulders. "But remember," she whispers into his ear, "

Gasping for breath, Sharon arches her back as one of the men fucks her hard from behind while another teases her clit with his fingers. Her legs are spread wide, giving everyone a perfect view of her wet pussy and glistening ass. She looks over at Isaiah, who is now cowering in his chair, and smirks wickedly before turning back to the men. "Fuck me harder," she moans, "I want to feel you all inside of me."

Her moans grow louder as the men obey her command, pounding into her mercilessly. She reaches down to touch herself, arching her back further in an effort to get closer to release. With each thrust and caress, she grows more and more excited, drawing strength from their dominance over her body.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of pure blissful agony, Sharon cries out as her orgasm crashes over her like a wave.