The studio lights had been dimmed to a soft, golden amber, casting long, intimate shadows across the crimson-draped altar. The air felt warmer tonight, heavy with the mingled scents of warm skin, sweet milk, coconut oil, and the faint, earthy musk of arousal. Soft, slow music played in the background, a low pulse that seemed to match the rhythm of breathing.Sophia lay on her back in the center of the altar, her body fully displayed. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with each slow breath, the warm milk beading at her nipples before trickling down the curves in thin, glistening paths. Aurora knelt beside her, gently tracing her fingers along Sophia’s soft stomach, feeling the warmth of her sister’s skin. Isabella and Julian watched from the edges, their eyes wide with nervous hunger.Marcus approached first, moving with deliberate slowness. He knelt between Sophia’s spread thighs, his large hands sliding up the silky skin of her inner thighs, thumbs brushing teasingly close to her alrea
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