When we stepped back into the cave, the four of us moving like shadows in the moonlight spilling through the entrance, the air inside hit me like a wall—thick, humid, still heavy with the musky scent of sweat, arousal, and the faint salty tang of the sea outside.
The battery lamp I'd set up earlier flickered dimly on its lowest setting, casting long, amber-tinted shadows across the wide bed where we'd all been tangled just minutes before.
Angela led the way, her hips swaying with that confident, teasing grace, while Lisa hung back a step, smirking like she was already plotting her own fun.
Mira clung to my side, her hand hot and clammy in mine, her body still trembling from the emotional whirlwind outside—tears dried but cheeks flushed, her sore ass brushing against my thigh with every step, reminding her of the slaps I'd delivered.
