The living room was a battlefield of sweat, c*m, and ruined furniture. Nobody bothered to clean up. Bodies were still shaking, c***s still semi-hard, p*****s still leaking and swollen. The air smelled like raw s*x thick, musky, addictive.
Elena was the first to stand on wobbly legs. c*m dripped from her inner thighs down to her ankles. She looked at the group, eyes glassy, lips swollen from kissing and sucking.
“Kitchen,” she said, voice hoarse. “Now.”
No one questioned it. They followed her like animals in heat.
The kitchen island was wide, marble, cold. Perfect.
Sophia hopped up first, ass on the edge, legs spread wide. Her red hair stuck to her sweaty neck. Liam stepped between her thighs immediately, c**k already hard again, and slammed into her without warning. Sophia’s scream bo
