Chapter 4: Climax
The living room was thick with the scent of sex—sweat, musk, and the intoxicating tang of arousal. The firelight flickered across the walls, casting long, shifting shadows that danced over the bodies tangled together on the worn-out couch. Sarah’s breath came in ragged gasps, her lips swollen and glistening from the way she had just taken both men into her mouth, her tongue swirling around their thick, pulsing cocks with practiced ease. The taste of them—salty, musky, and thick with precome—lingered on her tongue, making her pussy clench with need.