บท 87: Lost in the moment [R-18]

He pushed her down onto the bed, her back resting against the pillows. He climbed over her, straddling her waist. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.

"What are you doing?" Evelyn asked, her voice quivering as she watched him move over her.

"I'm going to give you what you want," Tristan replied, his voice filled with lust. "And what you want is to be dominated."

Evelyn gasped as she felt his hands roaming over her body, his fingers tracing every inch of her skin. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his fingers slide down her stomach, his hand cupping her breast.

Lyla crawled toward Tristan, leaning over him, her breasts pressing against his back. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her hands roaming over his chest.

"I think you should start by giving us a show," Lily suggested, her voice dripping with desire.

"How about going so rough with her that she begs for mercy?" Lyla added, her hands roaming over Tristan's chest.