Elisabeth also notices Jane watching them

As John's eyes alternated between Elisabeth's passionate movements and Jane's shadowy figure, a strange blend of emotions surged within him. The initial fear and shock of being caught had slowly given way to a heady cocktail of arousal and desire.

Elisabeth's words continued to fuel the fire, her explicit fantasies painting vivid images in John's mind. "John," she huskily moaned, "I love how your cock feels inside me, stretching me so perfectly." He felt her riding him with abandon, her eyes closed in pleasure.

Yet, he couldn't tear his gaze away from Jane, who had now moved a few steps closer, still partially veiled by the lingering mist. Her silhouette was a mesmerising enigma, a seductive presence that had him transfixed.

The realisation that Jane was watching them, that it was turning her on, sent a thrill through John's body. He couldn't deny the excitement that surged within him from the knowledge that he was giving Jane pleasure, even if it was in a way he never could have imagined.

Elisabeth's voice grew even more explicit. "Tell me, honey, do you want to come deep inside me? Do you want to fill me up?"

John's breath hitched, and he could only moan in response.

As he placed his hands on Elisabeth's hips, he let her determine the pace, all the while sneaking glances at Jane. Elisabeth seemed to have sensed his divided attention, and she too turned her head, spotting Jane's figure.

Elisabeth froze, her body tensing up as she locked eyes with Jane's indistinct form through the mist. With a sudden and instinctive movement, Elisabeth jumped off of John's lap, leaving him momentarily bewildered and wondering about the consequences of their heated encounter in the steam-filled room. It was as if time had stood still, and John held his breath, uncertain of what would happen next.