The night cast its inky blackness over Ryo's fortified home, a sanctuary that sheltered their passionate desires from the chaos of the outside world. As he and his beloved companions, Sakura and Aiko, found themselves entwined in a dance of longing and lust, the air crackled with an electric intensity that heightened their senses. Sakura's fingers delicately traced patterns on Ryo's skin, igniting a fire that blazed with an intensity that mirrored the passion burning in her eyes.
"You're so beautiful," Ryo whispered, his voice a husky murmur as he trailed kisses along Sakura's neck, his lips brushing against her sensitive skin. "I could never get enough of you."
