The living room was a battlefield of sweat, cum, and ruined furniture. Nobody bothered to clean up. Bodies were still shaking, cocks still semi-hard, pussies still leaking and swollen. The air smelled like raw sex thick, musky, addictive.Elena was the first to stand on wobbly legs. Cum dripped from her inner thighs down to her ankles. She looked at the group, eyes glassy, lips swollen from kissing and sucking.“Kitchen,” she said, voice hoarse. “Now.”No one questioned it. They followed her like animals in heat.The kitchen island was wide, marble, cold. Perfect.Sophia hopped up first, ass on the edge, legs spread wide. Her red hair stuck to her sweaty neck. Liam stepped between her thighs immediately, cock already hard again, and slammed into her without warning. Sophia’s scream bounced off the high ceilings pure, guttural pleasure.“Fuck me like you hate me,” she begged, nails raking down his back.Liam did. He grabbed her throat with one hand, squeezed just enough to make her eye
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