Part 2

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Zara hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering with uncertainty as she watched Izah and Azri's passionate exchange. But the raw energy in the room was infectious, and before long, she found herself kneeling beside Azri, her hands trembling slightly as she reached out to touch him.

"Go on," Izah encouraged, her voice low and sultry. "Let yourself feel it."

With a deep breath, Zara straddled Azri, her body fitting perfectly against his as she lowered herself onto him. The sensation was intense, a mix of guilt and pleasure that twisted inside her like a living thing. Azri groaned beneath her, his hands gripping her hips as he guided her movements.

Across the room, Sri's gaze locked with mine, a challenge in her eyes. "Come here," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. Without hesitation, I moved towards her, my body responding to the primal call in her tone.

Sri pulled me close, her lips finding mine in a fierce kiss that left no room for doubt. Her tongue danced with mine, exploring every inch of my mouth as her hands roamed over my body, igniting fires wherever they touched.

"You like this?" Sri whispered against my ear, her breath hot and inviting. I could only nod, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

Izah, watching us, smiled wickedly before turning her attention back to Zara. "Now, move with him," she instructed, her hands guiding Zara's hips in a slow, sensual rhythm. Zara bit her lip, her face a mask of concentration as she tried to match Azri's pace.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, each movement accompanied by the sound of skin slapping against skin. It was a symphony of desire, each note building upon the last until the room seemed to vibrate with the force of our collective need.

Sri broke away from our kiss, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "My turn," she declared, pulling away just enough to allow Izah to take her place. Izah pressed against me, her body soft and yielding as she molded herself to mine.

"Feel how wet I am for you?" Izah breathed, her fingers trailing down my chest to where our bodies met. The sensation was electric, sending shivers through me as I felt the evidence of her arousal.

"Yes," I gasped, my voice hoarse with need. Izah chuckled softly, her hands moving with expert precision as she explored my body, mapping out every sensitive spot with her fingertips.

Meanwhile, Zara and Azri were lost in their own world, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they rode the waves of pleasure together. Zara's eyes were closed, her expression one of pure abandon as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her.

Sri watched them, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her lips. "See how good it feels?" she asked, more to herself than to anyone else. "To let go, to truly experience life?"

Izah nodded, her attention focused solely on me. "Exactly," she agreed, her voice a purr as she continued her intimate exploration. Each touch was deliberate, calculated to drive me further into the abyss of desire.

The room was alive with the sounds of our passion, each breath, each moan adding to the cacophony of our shared experience. It was a scene of unbridled lust, a testament to the power of breaking free from the constraints of society's expectations.

As Izah's hands worked their magic, I felt myself teetering on the edge, the line between pleasure and pain blurring into obscurity. "Harder," I begged, my voice cracking under the strain of my desire. Izah obliged without hesitation, her movements growing more forceful as she pushed me closer to the brink.

Sri, meanwhile, had moved to join Zara and Azri, her presence a catalyst that sent their already heated encounter into overdrive. Zara cried out, her voice mingling with Azri's groans as they chased the peak of their pleasure.

In that moment, there were no secrets, no barriers. Only the raw, unfiltered experience of giving in to the deepest, darkest desires that lurked within us all. And as the room spun around me, I knew that there was no turning back.

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