After a few minutes, Mavi felt something soft brush against his right leg. When he looked down, he saw that it was Vikara's long, well-proportioned legs, gently pressing against his side.
Vikara herself had seemingly dozed off, looking completely defenseless as she lay sprawled across the sofa. Strands of her silky hair partially covered her beautiful face, while her soft, rosy lips quivered slightly with each breath. The sight was irresistibly alluring, tempting one to lean in and savor their enticing softness…
Her smooth, fair legs, partially concealed beneath the hem of her black dress, were visually striking and tantalizing. The graceful curve of her inner thighs hinted at skin that must have been exquisitely delicate—undoubtedly soft and warm to the touch…
But Mavi was no scoundrel who would take advantage of a woman while she slept. He had no intention of sneaking in any liberties, so he simply closed his eyes and rested, pretending not to notice.
Just as he switched off the light and prepared to settle in again, Diana, who was seated on his left, curled her lips into a knowing smile.
She had witnessed Mavi's display of restraint just moments earlier. A wealthy and handsome man like him was undeniably attractive—she would be lying if she said she felt no admiration for him. Otherwise, she and Vikara wouldn't have stayed by his side throughout the missile launch earlier.
However, unlike the more uninhibited women around them, Diana had her own standards, even when out having fun.
But her resolve wavered when she heard the faint, sultry moans from the neighboring room. The sounds stirred something inside her, igniting a heat that made her restless. A desire had been awakened, burning within her.
Mavi, still on the sofa, also heard the suggestive noises from outside. However, his self-control remained firm. He didn't allow himself to be provoked, nor did he pounce on the two beauties beside him like a hungry wolf.
But just because he had self-control didn't mean Diana, who was slightly intoxicated, did as well. As the saying goes, where there's a spark, there's bound to be a flame—especially when alcohol is involved.
After a while, the slightly tipsy Diana seemed unable to suppress her desires any longer. Gathering her courage, she slowly leaned in, her luscious lips inching toward Mavi's cheek.
Mavi could clearly feel Diana's breath growing heavier as she drew closer.
Faced with such an enticing scene, if Mavi had continued to act like an ascetic sage, he would have been nothing short of a saint…
Without hesitation, he wrapped Diana in his arms, pulling her close. Their lips met in a passionate embrace as their hands explored each other, gradually loosening their clothing.
Their movements and whispers eventually stirred Vikara from her sleep. However, feeling flustered and uncertain, she chose to feign slumber, hoping to avoid attention.
Yet, the awkward expression on her face did not escape Diana's notice. Smirking mischievously, Diana deliberately exaggerated her breathing, teasing Vikara's senses.
Realizing that her act had been exposed, Vikara quickly covered her face in embarrassment, feeling as if she would die of shame.
"What's there to be shy about? Join us," Diana coaxed, her voice playful yet sultry.
If there was one thing about women, it was their incredible adaptability. Once they let go of their inhibitions, they could be even bolder than men.
Blushing deeply, Vikara hesitated for only a moment before eventually succumbing to the atmosphere. The two Russian beauties teamed up, taking on the formidable Mavi together.
Soon, the private cabin was strewn with discarded garments—lingerie, bras, and panties lay scattered in a disarrayed mess…
Their passionate battle raged on from 11 p.m. until 1 a.m.
Mavi, with the robust physique of a true Russian warrior, was more than satisfied. By the time they were halfway through, the Middle Eastern men in the neighboring room had already gone silent, presumably having retreated to rest. But Mavi? He fought on with unwavering stamina, his vigor only increasing as the night deepened…
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After a night filled with passion, Mavi awoke on the sofa to the gentle swaying of the yacht. Dawn had arrived, and they were now heading back to the dock. The cabin bore the remnants of their fervent battle—though, compared to the other rooms, theirs was relatively tame, with only three people's clothing scattered about.