Sweat, sweet pussy juice, and the sharp tang of blood clung to the sticky floor of the VIP lounge, hitting the nose hard, raw and gritty.
Devon sprawled on the plush leather couch, his chiseled body slick with sweat, muscles rippling under the lights like a god carved from stone, radiating power that made the room feel smaller.
His thick cock stood rock-hard, veins bulging, slick
with Candy's spit and Amara's juices.
Victoria knelt at his feet, her naked body glowing, sweat beading on her flushed skin, full tits heaving with each shaky breath. Her shaved pussy glistened, a faint shine betraying the fury in her dark eyes, her face caught between defiance and desire, like a storm ready to break.
