7 Lives Xposed - Episode 6

Luau night had turned the house into a sweat-slicked heatwave. Coconut bowls sat abandoned on the counters, torches burned low, and the only thing anyone still wore was the smell of each other. In the living room, three bodies had claimed the couch. Tasha was on her knees between Marcus’s spread thighs, taking him deep enough that the soft, wet gluck of her throat made Lani’s own sex clench. Marcus’s fingers dug into the back of Tasha’s head, steadying her rhythm while he watched Lani ride Diego on the same cushions. Every time Lani dropped, Diego’s cock disappeared inside her; every time she lifted, the shine of her own slick caught the light. She braced one palm on his chest and ground her clit against him, hips rolling slow and greedy. A few feet away, Kai and Nora had staked out the rug. He had Nora bent at the waist, palms flat on the floorboards, ass tilted high while he fed his cock into her in one slow, unbroken stroke. The hollow smack of skin on skin echoed in time with the crash of waves outside. Nora’s mouth hung open, breath stuttering, until he wrapped a hand in her hair and pulled her upright against his chest. He reached down, found her swollen clit with two fingers, and rubbed tight circles until her thighs shook and she spilled over his hand. By the sliding doors, Alex had Lily pressed to the glass, one of her legs hooked over his forearm. The night breeze cooled the sweat between them but couldn’t touch the wet heat where his cock drove up into her. Each thrust lifted her onto her toes. Her free hand left a smeared print on the pane, and her moans fogged the glass in short, urgent bursts. Someone started a playlist—slow, bass-heavy, made for hips and hands. The beat rolled through the room like a second pulse. No one seemed to notice when the door to the back deck slid open and Jamal stepped inside, towel around his waist, eyes adjusting to the low light and the unmistakable sound of six housemates fucking like the night would never end.