The moon hung high over the cabin, casting silvery light through the windows as Sophia lay awake in Charly’s arms. Her body was a map of their passion—red handprints on her ass, dried cum flaking on her boobs, and a constant, delicious ache in her well-fucked pussy. The taste of Charly’s piss still lingered faintly in her mouth from the bathtub scene, making her clit throb with dark remembrance. She kissed his chest softly, feeling his heartbeat.

Charly stirred, pulling her closer. “Can’t sleep, princess?” His voice was low and rough. He rolled on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. His thick dick pressed against her thigh, already hardening. “Tell me what you want tonight.”