Celia rode Isaac with fervent desire. Her body was grinding against his in a heated rhythm.
Her hips swayed sensually, building an intoxicating friction.
Isaac's hands claimed her breasts, fingers pinching and teasing her hardened nipples.
Celia's arms clung around his neck. Her eyes were hazy with lust. Her moans echoed through the room.
The thrill of their act in that location made her heart pound wildly.
But…
'More.'
'I need more.'
Her gaze shifted to Emily, seated nearby, flushed and breathing heavily.
While Celia and Isaac were half-bared, Emily stayed clothed, too timid to join. Yet her longing expression betrayed her desire.
"Emily, come join us," Celia panted, still thrusting against Isaac.
Isaac started to protest—that they would run out of time—but Emily's pleading eyes softened him.
"Alright," he relented.
Emily crawled closer on all fours, her lips meeting his in a hungry kiss.
