The night was young… and that meant no breaks for the likes of Noah and his insatiable lovers.
The room glowed faintly in the amber hue of wall-mounted sconces, casting soft shadows over writhing bodies and tangled limbs. The air was sticky with heat, the musk of sex growing thicker, clinging to sweat-glazed skin and breathless moans.
Noah lay sprawled across the bed like a throne, his cock still hard and glistening with Sophie's slickness, his chest rising and falling slowly with deep, measured breaths. He looked ruined… but the hungry gleam in his eyes said otherwise.
Zara was already crawling back toward him, lips parted, her bare breasts swaying beneath her like ripe fruit begging for attention. She flicked her hair over one shoulder and straddled his legs—not to ride him again, not yet—but to slide her breasts together and trap his cock between them.
