The air was thick with the musky scent of their pleasure, the faint creak of the locked door sealing their private world, their rivalry and arousal intertwining in the heavy silence.
Lor propped himself up on one elbow, his black hair falling messily into his face, his lean chest heaving as he caught his breath, his cock still hard, throbbing faintly.
His lazy grin curled wider, his gaze flicking between Myra's freckled curves and Viora's toned body.
"Fuck, you two," he murmured, his voice rough but playful, a teasing acknowledgment of their shared heat.
"That was… intense. You both okay?" His words were light, but his hazel eyes burned with hunger, reading their flushed faces—Myra's shy curiosity, Viora's guarded defiance.
Myra's brown eyes fluttered open, her cheeks flushed, her full breasts swaying slightly as she shifted to sit up, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
