Chapter 17: Act 3: Begging for Permission to Orgasm in Front of Emily
Edgar's eyes scanned the room, taking in the aftermath of their little party. The once bustling merchant square was now a deserted shadow of its former self, the only light emanating from the flickering candles scattered about the cold stone floor. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and the faint hint of Jessica's perfume, a heavy, intoxicating blend of jasmine and sandalwood.
The girls were sprawled out around him, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and silk. Roxanne was passed out cold, her petite form curled up against Angela's large, muscular one.