He rotated between them.
Naro's anal. Helviana's cunt. Naro's anal. Helviana's mouth. Dara's cunt. Naro's anal.
The cycle continued — each woman used in turn, each hole filled and vacated and filled again, the room filling with the symphony of their combined moans and cries and the wet, relentless sound of flesh on flesh.
PAH PAH PAAH PHACK!
"AAANNNH~!!♡♡!! NGH~!! HAAIYAANGH~!! HIEKKK~!! MMMPH~!! GLKK~!!"
He pulled Naro from the bed.
Her tied wrists — he cut the rope with a knife from the kitchen, the blade severing the binding in one clean motion. Her arms fell, the blood rushing back into her fingers, the pins-and-needles sensation making her gasp.
But he didn't untie her legs.
He lifted her.
The full, dense, heavy, mature weight of Naro Hageh — former commander, former mother, former woman — lifted in his arms. Her thick thighs still bound at the ankles, her legs forced together, her heavy body suspended.
He held her by her thick ass.
