The last days melted together—time lost in salt, sweat, and skin. Mornings started the same way. Lena would wake to the feel of warm breath between her thighs before her eyes even opened. Diego and Mateo on either side of the bed, mouths already on her. Two tongues working slow—Diego’s flat and broad, lapping up her slit in long strokes; Mateo’s quicker, flicking her c**t with sharp precision. They didn’t rush. Just built her up lazy until her hips rolled and soft whimpers turned into begging. “Please… more…” She’d fist the sheets, back arching, coming hard with their names on her tongue while the ceiling fan spun lazy circles above.
Afternoons belonged to the beach. They found hidden pockets behind jagged rocks—sand warm, waves close enough to hear but not see. One would f**k her first w
