A few hours earlier,
They arrived just in time to hear the sounds beginning.
"We should leave," Cassandra whispered, her eyes widening as unmistakable sounds of pleasure filtered through the door.
"Yes, definitely leave," Seraphine agreed, not moving.
"Absolutely," Lyanna also added, also remaining frozen in place.
None of them left.
Instead, they found themselves listening—unable to help themselves—as the sounds grew louder, more intense, and more explicit.
They heard their mothers' voices—Lisa's desperate cries, Isabel's moan of pleasure, and Julian's voice, commanding and tender by turns, driving both women to the heights of their orgasm.
"Harder! Julian, harder!"
"Oh gods," Lyanna muttered as Isabel's scream echoed clearly through the door. "That's my mother."
"That's my mother too," Cassandra replied, her face crimson as Lisa's voice followed with "Yes! Right there! Don't stop!"
