Midnight had slipped past without anyone noticing. The living room clock glowed red—12:47—but time didn’t matter anymore. Bodies were slick, hearts still hammering, skin flushed and sticky from sweat and everything else. Throats were dry from moaning, from swallowing, from breathing too hard.
Lena pushed up first. “Water,” she rasped, voice wrecked. “I need water or I’m gonna pass out.”
Maya laughed, low and hoarse. “You’re dramatic.”
“Try me.” Lena stood on shaky legs, naked, skin gleaming under the dim hallway light. She padded toward the kitchen, hips swaying like she knew they were watching. Alex followed, c**k swinging heavy between his thighs, already thickening again just from the sight of her ass. Maya trailed last, fingers trailing absently over her own stomach where his c*m ha
