The restroom air hung thick and suffocating now, a hot fog of raw sex and ruin that clung to every surface like a living thing, wrapping tight around the walls, the sinks, the door, the ceiling cracks, pressing down heavy and unrelenting, turning the small space into a sealed chamber where oxygen felt optional.
I Where each breath dragged in the taste of salt and sin deep into the lungs, coating the throat, settling heavy in the chest like a secret too big to swallow.
The lights flickered faint and weary, battling the thick haze of sweat and cum that rose in slow, lazy curls from their bodies, from the floor, from her skin, turning the room into a steamy golden tomb where shadows danced slow and intimate.
Where time had melted away completely and left only this moment stretched endless, where the outside world felt like a faint whisper from another life entirely.
