Afternoons were spent swimming in the artificial swimming pool Sabrina made or they sprawled on the bed reading, her head in his lap while Ross’ fingers idly traced patterns on her skin.
Nights belonged entirely to them—passionate, exploratory, sotis tender, sotis wild, always leaving them breathless and sated.
But all day Ross had been different: secretive smiles, sidelong glances, the occasional low chuckle when she tried to pry information out of him.
He was clearly planning sothing, and the suspense was driving Sabrina crazy in the best possible way.
She straddled him now on the rumpled bed, wearing nothing but one of his oversized t-shirts, her thighs warm against his bare skin as she worked her hands across his shoulders and back.
The room glowed softly from the single lamp on the nightstand, shadows dancing across the wooden walls.
The faint scent of pine drifted in through the cracked window, mingling with the lingering musk of their earlier lovemaking.
"Co on, Ross," Sabrina teased, leaning down to brush her lips against his ear, her voice a sultry whisper. "You’ve been torturing all day. Tell what this big surprise is."
He grinned up at her, eyes dark with mischief, his hands sliding up her thighs to rest possessively on her hips. "Patience, gorgeous. You’re almost there... just a few more seconds and—"
Creak.
The office door eased open with deliberate slowness, the hinges giving their familiar groan.
Dim light spilled in from behind the figure in the doorway, outlining every curve before the door clicked shut again.
Miku stepped inside, confident and unhurried, wearing a thin white tank top that clung to her full breasts and tiny sleep shorts that barely covered the swell of her ass.
Her dark hair fell loose over her shoulders, lips already curved in a knowing smile as her gaze swept the room and landed on Ross.
The air shifted instantly—charged, heavy, electric.
Ross’s grin widened into sothing downright wicked. "Well... I guess introductions aren’t really necessary here, are they?"
He rose from the bed without a shred of modesty, standing tall and gloriously naked in the center of the room, his thick cock already half-hard and growing under the weight of both won’s stares.
Miku didn’t hesitate.
She crossed the short distance in a few fluid strides, her eyes locked on his with raw, unmistakable hunger.
Dropping gracefully to her knees right in front of him, she placed her hands on his muscular thighs, parted her lips, and took him deep into her mouth in one smooth, practiced motion.
The wet sounds of her eager sucking filled the quiet room almost imdiately—slow, deliberate pulls that quickly turned deeper, more urgent.
Her tongue swirled around the swollen head each ti she drew back, cheeks hollowing as she worked him with obvious devotion, one hand wrapping around the base to stroke what her mouth couldn’t yet take.
Sabrina sat frozen on the edge of the bed, pulse thundering in her ears, a chaotic rush of emotions crashing through her all at once.
Shock hit first—sharp and breathless—followed quickly by a flare of jealousy that twisted low in her belly.
But beneath both was sothing hotter, darker: a throbbing curiosity, an undeniable surge of arousal that made her thighs clench involuntarily.
"You..." she breathed, the word barely audible, her gaze fixed on the scene unfolding re feet away.
She knew Miku was married. Everyone at camp knew.
Her husband was asleep in their tent not two hundred yards away, completely oblivious, probably dreaming about his beautiful wife Miku.
Yet here was his wife—on her knees in another man’s cabin, worshipping Ross’s cock with shaless, greedy enthusiasm, soft moans vibrating around him as if she’d been starving for this all week.
Ross let out a low, approving groan, one hand threading gently into Miku’s hair, guiding but not forcing, his eyes flicking between the woman pleasuring him and the one watching wide-eyed from the bed.
Sabrina’s breath ca shallow and fast. She should have been angry.
She should have said sothing—anything.
Instead, she felt heat pooling between her legs, her body betraying her with every throb of her pulse.
Sabrina recovered quickly, her breath steadying as the initial shock faded.
She wasn’t the type to stay rattled for long—not in this world.
Her sharp eyes flicked over Ross, taking him in fully now: the strong lines of his jaw, the broad shoulders that spoke of raw strength earned through survival, and the undeniable handsoness that made him stand out even among the ruins of civilization.
But it wasn’t just his looks that drew her. No—it was the power radiating from him, quiet but unmistakable.
In this zombie apocalypse, where the dead walked and the living clawed for every scrap of safety, power was everything.
It ant protection. Resources. Dominance.
The ability to keep breathing when so many others couldn’t.
She glanced at Miku, already on her knees, devoted and eager, her lips wrapped around the base of Ross’s massive length.
Sabrina felt a flicker of sothing—envy, maybe, or simple pragmatism.
Even if Miku hadn’t been here right now, it wouldn’t have mattered. A man like Ross?
Won would co to him. They always did when strength and safety were on offer.
So out of desperation. So out of desire. Most out of both.
And Sabrina wasn’t about to be left on the outside looking in.
Without a word, she made her decision.
Her fingers moved to the hem of her worn tank top, pulling it over her head in one smooth motion.
Her shorts followed, kicked aside with the rest of her clothes until she stood bare, skin prickling in the cool air of the sheltered room.
There was no hesitation in her now—only purpose.
She lowered herself gracefully to her knees beside Miku, close enough that their shoulders brushed.
Miku glanced up briefly, eyes hazy with lust, but didn’t pause in her rhythm.
Sabrina leaned in, her breath warm against Ross’s skin as she joined her fully.
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