Third person POV
The door swung open silently under Karen's trembling hand, revealing a scene of debauched heat.
The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and expensive perfume. In the center of the massive bed, Liam reclined as a king.
Karen saw as her mother, Antonieta, was riding his huge cock, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her body rocking with a frantic, desperate rhythm.
Sophia was curled at his side, her lips tracing the lines of his chest, while Charlotte knelt between his legs, her head bobbing in his lap with a wet, rhythmic devotion.
They were animals. And he was their master.
All movement stopped as Karen stood in the doorway, a ghost in her own home. Liam's eyes, dark and gleaming with amusement, found hers over her mother's shoulder.
He didn't push Antonieta away; instead, he gripped her hips tighter, forcing her to continue her ride.
