Anita shifted position, moving her hand to grasp Priya's cock firmly. She stroked the length of it, marveling at how hot it felt in her grip. It pulsed with a life of its own, throbbing against her palm as she pumped her hand along its rigid length. A bead of precum formed at the tip, and Anita couldn't resist leaning down to swipe her tongue across it. Salty sweetness exploded on her taste buds, spurring her on.
Priya's moans filled the air as Anita continued to lavish attention on her throbbing cock. The heat pouring off Priya's body seemed to intensify with every flick of Anita's tongue, making the room feel like a sauna. Priya's hands gripped the sheets, knuckles white, as she struggled to maintain control. Her breath came in ragged gasps, punctuated by desperate pleas for more.
Joy, meanwhile, was lost in the rhythm of his thrusts, the slick heat of Meera enveloping him with each plunge. Her breasts jiggled enticingly with each impact, drawing his gaze and fueling his hunger. He leaned down, capturing one rosy nipple between his lips, sucking hard as his hips continued their relentless assault. Meera cried out, her fingernails raking down his back, leaving thin red trails in their wake. "Yes!"
Priya, consumed by the overwhelming heat coursing through her veins, threw her head back and arched her spine. Her body convulsed as waves of pleasure crashed over her, sending shudders rippling through her muscles. The intensity of her orgasm was almost too much to bear, leaving her gasping for breath as she rode out the storm of sensation.
Priya's release triggered something within Anita, a primal need to claim what was hers. She flipped Priya onto her back, pinning the younger woman beneath her. With a growl, she mounted Priya, impaling herself on the still-throbbing cock. The heat was almost unbearable, but Anita reveled in it, riding Priya with wild abandon. "Fuck!" Priya cried out, her eyes wide with shock and pleasure.
Priya's fingers dug into Anita's hips as the older woman rode her with frenzied abandon. The room was filled with the sounds of their coupling-the wet slapping of flesh, their ragged breathing, and the low moans that escaped Priya's lips with each thrust. The heat radiating from Priya seemed to intensify, enveloping Anita in a cocoon of molten desire.
The heat between Anita and Priya became a blazing inferno, their bodies slick with sweat as they moved together in perfect harmony. Priya's hands roamed over Anita's curves, tracing the lines of her muscles and the dip of her spine. She pulled Anita down for a fierce kiss, tongues battling for dominance as their passion ignited even further.
The heat between Joy and Meera rose to match the inferno consuming Anita and Priya. Their bodies glistened with sweat, their movements becoming frantic as they chased the peak of their desires. Joy released Meera's breast with a pop, his teeth grazing her nipple before he trailed kisses up her neck. He claimed her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her moans as his thrusts became more urgent.
Anita's inner walls clenched around Priya's cock, milking her for every drop of pleasure. The younger woman's body arched off the bed, crying out as another orgasm ripped through her. Anita collapsed on top of Priya, both women panting and trembling from the intensity of their encounter. Joy felt Meera tighten around him, her inner muscles gripping him like a vise.
Joy's body tensed as he approached the brink of his climax. Meera's legs tightened around him, pulling him deeper with each thrust. Her nails dug into his shoulders, holding on as if her life depended on it. Their bodies were slick with sweat, sliding against each other in a dance as old as time itself.
The symphony of their passion crescendoed, filling the room with a chorus of raw, unbridled desire. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and arousal, a heady perfume that intoxicated the senses. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed like a primal drumbeat, each collision punctuating the erotic melody. Moans and groans intertwined, forming a duet of pleasure that reverberated through the chamber.
Joy's thrusts became erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he chased his climax. Meera's inner walls fluttered around him, her body coiling tighter with each passing second. "I'm close," she panted, her voice barely recognizable, hoarse from her cries of pleasure. "So close." Her words sent a jolt of electricity through Joy, spurring him on.
Meera's body tensed, her inner muscles clamping down on Joy as her orgasm washed over her. She cried out, her voice echoing through the room as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her nails dug into Joy's back, holding him close as she rode out the storm of sensation. Joy could feel Meera's body shuddering beneath him, her inner walls pulsing around his cock.
Priya, her body still tingling from the intensity of their encounter, propped herself up on one elbow to watch Anita. The older woman's chest heaved with exertion, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on her skin, catching the light filtering through the window.
Anita's breath hitched in her throat as she watched Priya's eyes darken with renewed hunger. Despite the intensity of their recent lovemaking, Priya seemed far from sated. The younger woman leaned in, her lips brushing against Anita's ear as she whispered, "I want you again." A shiver ran down Anita's spine at the husky timbre of Priya's voice.
Joy, feeling Meera's body convulse beneath him, let go of his own restraint. His thrusts became frenzied, his breath coming in harsh pants as he drove himself towards the precipice. Meera clung to him, her body arching off the bed as she met each of his thrusts with equal fervor. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their breaths mingling in a symphony of desire. "Meera," Joy groaned, his voice strained with effort.
Joy's body tensed, his muscles coiled tight as he plunged deep into Meera, his cock throbbing with imminent release. He grunted, a guttural sound torn from his throat as his climax crashed over him. Rope after rope of hot cum erupted from his shaft, flooding Meera's welcoming depths. They both froze, locked together in the throes of ecstasy, their hearts pounding in syncopated rhythm.
Joy collapsed onto Meera, his body spent and trembling. Their chests heaved in unison, sweat mingling as they fought to catch their breath. Below them, Priya and Anita lay entwined, their limbs tangled in a post-coital embrace. The room was thick with the musk of sex, the air heavy with the echoes of their shared pleasure. Joy rolled off Meera, his softening cock slipping from her grasp.
In the aftermath of their passionate encounter, the room was filled with a sense of serenity, broken only by the gentle rustle of fabric as Anita and Priya shifted positions. The two women lay entwined, their limbs draped over each other in a tangle of satisfaction. Priya's fingers traced lazy patterns on Anita's shoulder, while Anita's hand rested possessively on Priya's hip, holding her close.
Joy's breath was ragged, his body slick with sweat as he collapsed onto Meera's chest. Her heart pounded wildly beneath him, her breasts heaving with each labored inhale. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as their bodies molded together, still connected in the most intimate way. Below them, Priya and Anita lay entwined, their limbs draped over each other in a tangle of satisfaction.
After a few hours of restful recovery, Joy finally stirred from his blissful stupor. The sight of Meera lying naked beside him, her curves accentuated by the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the curtains, stirred a familiar longing within him.