Red Confession: Possessed by Two Men in Our Beach Apartment

The apartment door clicks shut in Platja d’Aro. Air thick with salt and tension. My confession hangs heavy: I fucked Antoine. Damien’s eyes burn. Heart hammers in my chest. Antoine stands tall, unashamed. Skin prickles under their stares. Pulse races, thighs clench. Damien’s voice cuts sharp: forgive, but watch. Now. My breath catches. Heat floods my core. Antoine’s hand grazes my arm. Electricity shoots through. Nipples harden against my top. Damien sits, unzips. His cock springs free, hard. I swallow. Antoine pulls me close. Lips crash. Tongue invades. Heart thuds wild. Hands roam. Fabric tears away. Exposed. Vulnerable. Desired. Damien strokes himself slow. Watches. Commands: let go. Pulse pounds in ears. Antoine’s fingers dip between legs. Wet. Soaking. Gush of need. Skin burns hot. I gasp. Yield.