The air was heavy with the scent of sex and oil—sweet lavender, heady vanilla, and something muskier now, saltier, raw.
The kind of heat that clung to skin, made lungs feel tighter, and turned silence into tension, the lavender lamp casting a soft, flickering glow across Lia's cozy bedroom.
The faint hum of warding spells vibrated in the walls, mingling with the wet, sticky aftermath of their ritual, the floorboards creaking softly under their shifting weight.
Lia sat back on her heels, her plush thighs slick and trembling, cum streaking her dark green lace panties, her generous chest heaving in her bra, her breath shallow, her green eyes dazed but glinting with lingering arousal.
Sophia knelt beside her, flushed to the ears, the insides of her legs damp, her small breasts rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths under her pale pink cotton bra, her pussy throbbing with the intensity of their shared act.
