The room was a furnace of moans, wet slaps, and the creaking of the massive bed as Cassius rotated between the four bent-over women like a man possessed.
Isabelle's back arched with every brutal thrust, Vivi's tiny frame shuddered on loving strokes, Portia's stern facade crumbled under savage pounding, and Diana melted into gentle, reverent worship.
On the sidelines, Nala, Aisha, Julie, and Skadi stood frozen, faces flushed crimson, thighs pressed so tightly together it hurt. They were sweating through their clothes, hearts hammering, eyes wide as saucers.
Julie was the first to break the stunned silence, letting out an awkward, breathless chuckle.
"Okay...I-I thought this was going to be awful. Like, painful. But look at them. They're...they're loving it."
She swallowed hard, eyes locked on Diana's blissful expression.
