The apartment was a furnace of raw, unrelenting heat. The air was thick with sweat, sex, and the faint, fading scent of lavender, the city's distant hum drowned out by the chaotic symphony of moans, screams, and the relentless *slap, slap* of skin on skin.
My bed groaned under the weight of three bodies, the dark blue bedsheet, a tangled, damp mess beneath us. Raya and Kalina, naked.
"Ahh… ahh… oh god… ahh…" Kalina moaned, her voice desperate, breaking as I fucked her from behind, raising of one of her legs from side, my hands gripping her boobs hard, my thrusts hard and unforgiving.
The night had spiraled from tired to warm to hot to an extreme, relentless intensity, my body moving on instinct, driven by anger and the need to silence their games. I'd lost count of how many times I'd cum inside them, switching between them turn by turn, no pause, no mercy.
