Sun Stroke - Chapter 2

After the blow-up Pierre bails and Chloe sits there wrecked. The crew rolls in to save the night and Cosmo drops the beats. Sun’s blazing, the terrace all glowing and everyone grinding in slow-mo—bodies sliding, hands wandering, tongues slipping. The music hits like dirty promises and Michelle drags Rocky off before anybody can blink. He scoops her up like she weighs nothing, pins her to a white wall and starts thrusting deep. His fingers trace every curve then slide inside; a few quick curls later she’s soaking his hand, squirting all down his wrist. Climaxes so heavy they shake the tiles.