The living room had transformed into a sacred temple of utter ruin, where the dying sunset poured crimson light through the towering floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing everything in a fiery glow.
Every puddle of honeyed wine and thick cum shimmered like molten gold on the teak floor, which gleamed like a mirror reflecting their shared sins.
Droplets fell from the table's edge in a hypnotic patter-patter-patter, each one echoing through the heavy, humid air saturated with the intoxicating blend of brine, musk, honey, wine, cum, sweat, and raw sex.
The sheer curtains danced like restless ghosts in the ocean breeze, hissing softly as they carried waves of salt-laced sweat and desire into the room.
At the center stood the dark walnut table—a devastated battlefield strewn with sticky rivers of mingled juices, honey, rosé, cum, pussy squirt, and precum, all merging into a vast, glistening lake that perfectly mirrored Ava's quivering body.
