I set Tessa down gently on the rug, her legs shaky as she steadied herself, cum still dripping from her stretched asshole, pooling on the floor beneath her. The cabin's warmth—candles flickering, fireplace crackling—wrapped us in a cozy glow, the distant crash of waves outside barely audible over our heavy breathing. Her black bikini was still pushed aside, her tits heaving, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat.
"You fucking dirty bastard," Tessa said, smacking my shoulder, her voice a mix of playful anger and lingering lust. "You called me a slut! Again! I swear I'm gonna beat you now."
"Sorry, sorry," I chuckled, raising my hands to shield myself, grinning. "But, hey, you called yourself a s—"
"Wait," Jasmine cut in, standing nearby in her teal swimsuit, her dark skin glowing in the candlelight, her braids swaying. "Why am I the one being left out?"
