7 Lives Xposed - Episode 8

They rocked together, hips rolling in a slow, hungry grind. Jillian’s thighs clamped tight around Ten’s waist, her breath hot against his ear. He pushed deeper, and she answered with a filthy moan, fingers digging into his back. The sofa creaked under them. Sweat slicked skin slid against skin. He caught her lower lip between his teeth, tugged once, then thrust harder, chasing the tight clench of her around him. Across the room, Antwan stepped inside and froze. A stranger knelt between his legs already, mouth open, eyes greedy. No greeting. Just heat, tongue, suction, and the wet sound of someone working him over fast. Antwan’s head hit the doorframe. His knees shook. The surprise hit him square in the gut and sank lower, coiling tight. Jeremy found his own goldmine minutes later. He had her on all fours, knees spread, ass tilted high. She was dripping, slick down her thighs, and when he drove in she cursed into the sheets. He gripped her hips, set a brutal rhythm, skin slapping sharp and loud. Every thrust knocked a new sound out of her. She pushed back, greedy for more, and he gave it—harder, deeper—until the bed slammed the wall and neither of them cared.