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Jon's room was a symphony of control—his trans body a sculpture of hard-earned muscle, blond chest hair glinting in the lamplight as Jake loomed over him.
The younger man's hands, once tentative, now gripped Jon's hips with authority, driving into him with a rhythm that left Jon's thighs quivering.
"Fuck—yes," Jon hissed, arching off the sheets, his cock dripping onto his stomach.
Nina's room was chaos incarnate.
The twins worked her between them, Evan's massive hands kneading her ass as Stefan's thick shaft stretched her lips.
Their identical frames—broad shoulders, tree-trunk thighs, and the same hungry grins—left her gasping, her body a canvas of bite marks and fingerprints.