The heat in the room was stifling, the air thick with the scent of s*x and expensive cologne. They had moved past the initial frenzy into a choreographed rhythm, a slow, grinding dance of four bodies trying to become one.
Julian was on top of Sarah now, his movements slow and deliberate, each thrust designed to draw a specific sound from her. But he wasn't alone. Elena was positioned beside them, her body arched, her breasts brushing against Julian’s arm as she leaned over to kiss Sarah.
"You taste like heaven," Elena whispered against Sarah’s lips.
Sarah moaned, her hands reaching back to grip Marcus, who was positioned behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist, his chest pressed firmly against her spine. He was the secondary engine, his movements synchronized with Julian’s, creati
