The waterfall roared in the background while Jax, with his clone at his side, sat like a predator on his makeshift throne. The women exchanged glances, cheeks flushed, the air thick with lust. Tala, still staggering, had barely returned to the back when Jax lifted his hand and called:
"Manaia. You'll be the first."
The bronzed milf smirked shamelessly, her black hair falling over her shoulders, her generous curves swaying with each step. Her eyes glowed like embers as she approached—no fear, no shame.
"I knew you'd pick me first," she purred, dropping the cloth that covered her. Her perfect body stood bare—bronzed skin, huge firm breasts, wide hips built to be gripped. "Let's see if you can handle a real woman."
Neither Jax nor his clone hesitated. The clone lifted her by the waist, pressing her against the stone wall, while Jax positioned himself behind her. Manaia let out an excited laugh as the two cocks rubbed against her skin.
"Shit… you're going to wreck me," she gasped.
