Liam pushed the hotel room door shut behind them, the silence barrier already humming around the walls like a cocoon. The girls—Olivia with her impossibly full, heavy breasts straining against her torn top and that massive, heart-shaped ass that jiggled with every step, and Ast, lithe but blessed with thick thighs and a dripping, tight little pussy that always clenched like it was starving for him—looked at him with that familiar mix of relief and hunger.
The tension of the day melted into something hotter, needier.
"Bed. Now," Liam growled, his voice low and commanding. His cock was already rock-hard, a massive, veiny length throbbing visibly through his pants, thick as a wrist and long enough to ruin them both. He stripped fast, freeing the heavy shaft. It sprang out, swinging heavily between his muscular thighs, the fat head glistening with precum, balls full and heavy beneath.
