"Ahhhhhh…"
"Ohhhhh…"
"Ughhhh…"
The voices of Aurora, Edith, and Juliet rang out loudly, echoing across the chamber like a chorus of forbidden music.
Each woman had her own unique rhythm—Aurora's cries were sharp and eager, Edith's moans dripped with husky seduction, while Juliet's breathless whimpers trembled with raw, unrestrained ecstasy.
Their sounds overlapped and entwined until it became impossible to tell one from the other, forming a symphony of lust so potent that any man who overheard would have hardened in an instant.
But Riley was not just any man—he was more than capable of handling them all.
His strength, his stamina, his sheer presence filled the room, commanding every ounce of their attention.
He moved with precision, alternating between them with practiced ease, knowing exactly when to push harder and when to slow, when to claim and when to tease.
His touch was fire; his pace, merciless.
