The room was a symphony of shared pleasure, each sound blending into the next, Julian's hand, large and possessive, slid from Aya's waist to the full, soft curve of her backside, kneading it with a firm, knowing pressure. Aya responded with a sharp, breathy gasp, her body arching into his touch, a fresh wave of arousal washing over her.
Beneath him, Veronica was lost in her own world of sensation, Each deliberate, powerful roll of Julian's hips sent jolts of electricity through her core.
Her own moans, lower and more throaty than Aya's, joined the chorus, The slick, wet sound of their joining grew louder, a lewd and undeniable rhythm that echoed off the walls, proof of her overwhelming arousal, Never breaking his deep, exploring kiss with Aya-their tongues still engaged in a passionate dance-Julian let his other hand wander.
