Chapter 455 Verse

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room, sharp and rhythmic, as Ross set a relentless pace.

Pak. 

Pak. 

Pak.

The sound was almost hypnotic, a steady beat that underscored the raw passion between them. 

Ross's movements were deliberate, each thrust deep and purposeful, designed to drive Rachel to the edge once more. 

Her back arched, her hands gripping the edge of the table as she met him thrust for thrust, her body moving in perfect sync with his.

The men around them watched in awe, their envy palpable. 

They couldn't tear their eyes away from the sight of Rachel's body, the way she writhed beneath Ross, the way she moaned his name with every movement. 

It was a scene straight out of their wildest fantasies, and each of them wished they were in Ross's place, feeling what he was feeling, experiencing the kind of pleasure that only Rachel could provide.