The villa was alive with the warmth of shared breath and slick, tangled limbs, the night thick with the scent of skin, oil, and desire. Haruka's body moved with the practiced precision of relentless instinct—the deep, powerful thrusts of his hips echoing like a wild drumbeat, driving each woman around him to shudder and cry out in breathless screams.
The energy pulsed thick between them, hot and fierce, almost tangible, as one by one the cries turned to soft gasps, then long, deep sighs, and finally to the peaceful silence of unconsciousness.
Haruka slowed, his breath heavy and uneven as his muscles sang with the effort. He let himself fall back, the sheets cool against his sweat-slick skin.
The women lay scattered around him now, their forms relaxed, curved, softened by exhaustion and satisfaction.
He grinned wryly, his hand brushing a damp curl from his brow. "Guess I pushed a bit too hard," he murmured to no one in particular.
Erika teasing kisses that left a warm trail behind.
She whispered softly and bouncing her hips on his dick again and again aggressively, "We're addicted, you know. Like a drug."
Bitchko chuckled low, the laughter thick with mischief sat on haruka face. "There's no going back now, boss. You own us."
Haruka's fingers curled over their backs as he pulled the women close, his other hand retrieving a bottle of fragrant oil. The scent of jasmine rose, mixing with the humid warmth pressed tight between them. His hands coated their skin, slipping slow and slick over soft curves and toned muscle, igniting a fresh blaze that danced behind every eye.
With a low growl of pleasure, he slipped behind them, hands trailing down warm bodies turned to him in need and promise. The oil warmed under his touch, mingling skin to skin as desire flared anew.
"Ready for round two?" His voice was thick, hoarse.
They smiled — no words were needed.
Shadows and Embrace
The hours passed like a whispered dream, bodies moving in shared rhythms under the dim glow of soft lamps. Sweaty skin glistened in the low light as oil was spread carelessly and lovingly across curves and muscles, tethering them. Their laughter cracked occasionally, teasing, sweet. Haruka's strength still surged wild, but there was tenderness wrapped inside, a sharp contrast to the primal fire.
Eventually, with the women weary once again, satisfied but possessed by longing, Haruka unwound himself from the tangled embrace. He stepped away, skin shining, breath still ragged, muscles slick with sweat and the fragrant oil.
Barefoot and naked, he padded toward the bathroom. The warm water welcomed him like a soothing balm, running over every aching inch, washing away heat, tension — faint traces of restless hunger lingering beneath the surface.
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The next morning, light filtered gently through curtains. Haruka found himself once again surrounded—Yariko sucking his dick and Bitchko sucking his balls, Erika sleeping in his arms.
Over breakfast, the air was light but familiar tension underpinned it all.
Three weeks meant familiarity, moments of laughter, heated nights, whispered secrets and challenges, quiet looks carried across rooms full of unspoken promises.
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