The bedroom was a war zone: sheets soaked, pillows scattered, c*m drying in sticky patches on skin and fabric. Nobody had the energy to stay inside anymore. The night air called—cool, dark, private enough behind the tall fence and thick trees.
Elena led the way to the sliding glass doors, still naked, c*m still leaking from her overstuffed p***y and ass. Her legs shook with every step, thighs slick, t**s swaying heavy and red from all the slapping. The others followed—Marcus’s c**k already half-hard again, Liam stroking himself slow, Ryan and Sophia hand-in-hand, Olivia’s blonde hair wild and tangled.
The backyard was lit only by the soft glow of string lights along the fence and the half-moon overhead. The grass was cool under their bare feet. A large outdoor sectional sat near the pool
