Sophie and Emma stood at the edge of the pool, watching. Not excluded - never that - but in control. Their gazes flicked from one couple to the next, their fingers laced together. Sophie's expression was hard to read, somewhere between reverence and craving, while Emma's eyes burned with quiet intent.
Jude stepped forward, and the water kissed his skin higher. His cock, still slick and sensitive, stirred again. Not from urgency, but from inevitability. They were always ready now. Always warm, always wet, always open to him. And it wasn't just lust anymore - it was worship, connection, the endless ache of love too big for words.
Serai surfaced beside him, water sliding down her glowing breasts, her silver eyes catching his.
"She wants you," she whispered.
"Who?" he murmured, breath catching.
Serai turned her head, and there - just beyond the edge of the pool - stood another.
Naked.
Perfect.