The rhythm deepened. Jude rocked into Lucy, their breaths wild now, her nails raking his shoulders as she whispered his name like a spell. Grace was beneath Scarlet now, their legs tangled, hips rolling, mouths locked in a kiss that hummed with soft, desperate sounds. Sophie knelt with Layla, their bodies glistening as they pressed together, Layla's fingers buried in Sophie's curls, guiding her mouth between her thighs.
The moans grew louder. Faster. A chorus. A rising tide of need and surrender and reverence. No one was left untouched. No heart was left alone. Every kiss, every stroke, every cry was shared - echoed, answered, magnified.
