Ross and his lovers showed no signs of stopping; if anything, their passion had only intensified.
The rhythmic slaps of skin, the guttural moans, and the desperate cries of ecstasy seemed louder, more frenzied than ever.
Mary's cheeks burned as she realized they had been at it for hours.
How could they keep going? she wondered, her mind reeling.
She had watched each of the women reach their peaks at least twice, their bodies writhing in pure bliss, and yet none of them showed any signs of exhaustion.
It was almost surreal—Ross seemed inexhaustible, a force of nature, and the women clung to him as though they couldn't get enough.
A shiver ran down her spine as her own body reacted again, a lingering heat pooling in her core despite her earlier release.
She shook her head, trying to will herself to move, but her legs still felt like jelly.
