The night stretched on, Riley moving from wife to wife with unrelenting hunger.
Each woman succumbed to him in turn, their bodies trembling, their breaths ragged.
Hours passed, and only Selena could barely keep pace—her cultivation gave her endurance that the others lacked.
He rode her hard, his movements measured and precise, drawing out wave after wave of pleasure that left her gasping.
Countless times she shuddered beneath him, each climax pushing her closer to the edge of exhaustion.
Just as he was about to take her from behind, Selena raised a hand, a small gesture of surrender in the middle of their frenzy.
"Wait… husband. I have something I need to say," she gasped, her voice trembling with a mixture of desire and urgency.
Riley froze for a moment, his body tense, yet still throbbing with need.
