The living room had become a warzone of lust where every surface bore witness to hours of unrelenting fucking.
Used condoms lay scattered like fallen soldiers across the hardwood floor, some still glistening and heavy, others deflated and discarded in sticky clumps near the sofas, under coffee tables, even clinging to the edges of throw pillows.
Girls sprawled everywhere in various states of ruin.
Some sat slumped against walls with glassy eyes and slack jaws, legs splayed carelessly, inner thighs shiny with their own juices and traces of Shin's cum that had escaped even the thickest condoms.
Others were on all fours or lying face-down on sofas, asses still raised as though waiting for the next turn that might come.
