The Presidential Suite bedroom was thick with the scent of sex — sweat, cum, and the faint trace of expensive wine.
Alex leaned back against the headboard, chest heaving, breathing hard after the intense orgasm. His body glistened with sweat, muscles still tense from the raw power he had unleashed.
Heena sat beside him, still in shock, staring at the scene in front of her.
Lydia lay sprawled on her back in the middle of the massive bed, completely wrecked. She was almost unconscious, her body limp and twitching with occasional aftershocks.
Thick ropes of Alex's cum painted her flushed skin... across her breasts, her stomach, and dripping from her swollen, abused pussy. Her eyes were rolled back, showing only the whites, and her mouth hung open in a dazed, psycho-like smile, tongue slightly lolling out as she breathed in shallow, ragged gasps.
Heena stared at the younger woman, a brutal clarity settling over her.
'She just broke…'
