[πΆ Sweet Sensation β Flo Rida.]
THE ROOM SMELLED OF SEX. Not the kind of vanilla shit you're thinking of either. But depraved, hardcore, CHOKING SEX.
Aya Naamah was bent over the headrest of the couch and Rafel was behind her, rawdogging her. She gripped the sofa's edge for dear life and stuffed her screaming in the cushy top. The embers of the fireplace had dulled in the two hours that had passed. Aya's legs vibrated in her blue socks. Her winter's hat lay discarded on the fine rug.
Rosamunde and Sekhmet knelt beside her on the couch, their own beautiful nudity bearing the evidence of a good, fevered loving from the Apollyon. Sekhmet's breasts were heavy and she leaked traces of milk, and Rosa's fair neck had nicks and her caramel butt still stung deliciously with the wicked desire of Rafel's spanking. She could still taste him on her lips.