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.