And of course, the two didn't stop there—they spent the entire night tangled in each other's arms, bodies moving in perfect rhythm as they made love again and again.
Sometimes they were wild and sometimes they were gentle in their fucking also.
There were no words, only sighs, moans, and the soft whisper of skin against skin. Hours passed unnoticed, swept away in a haze of lust, intimacy, and unspoken love.
For both Riley and Veronica, this night felt different—raw, intense, almost sacred. A night to remember. A night to crave again.
Moments like this had become a rarity in Riley's life. With multiple wives now sharing his bed, his nights were often filled with group passion and shared attention.
But a quiet, private evening with just one of them—just the two of them—was almost a forgotten luxury. It made the intimacy that much deeper.
No distractions, no divided focus. Just Veronica, radiant and hungry, giving him all of herself and taking all of him in return.
