The master bedroom was a lust pit where sunlight cut through the gaps in the heavy curtains in thin rays. These rays of light revealed the absolute ruin of the king-sized bed, showing bed sheets that were twisted, soaked, and heavily stained with the girls' juices and Alex's thick seed.
The air itself felt thick with the scent of dried sweat and the heavy musk of a night that had lasted far too long, leaving behind the unmistakable smell of sweet lust.
It was clear that a household had been completely broken and then remade in the dark, and Alex was the first one to stir in the silence.
He did not move a muscle as he felt the weight of three women pinned against his body, their soft heat and steady breathing waking up his sleepy head.
Their naked bodies felt sticky against his own, yet he looked down at the tangle of smooth flawless skin and felt a surge of genuine warmth. It was a calming morning.
