The knock came at 4:17 a.m.—sharp, official, three deliberate raps that sliced through the post-orgasm haze like a blade through flesh.

Victoria moved first. She rolled off Elena’s trembling body, cum and piss still glistening on her inner thighs, and pulled a thin silk robe around herself. It did nothing to hide the heavy sway of her tits or the dark wet patch already forming between her legs again. She glanced back at the bed—Elena sprawled on her stomach, ass still raised slightly, red handprints blooming across pale cheeks, cunt puffy and leaking a slow, creamy trail down one thigh; Marcus already half-dressed, cock tucked away but the front of his jeans dark with their mess.