Madison

I don’t know how long it lasted—hours, maybe? Time lost all meaning as the three of us moved together in a whirlwind of sensation and pleasure. Every touch, every caress sent us spiraling higher, our bodies locked in a cycle of ecstasy that seemed endless. The mattress beneath us became our world, a place where nothing existed but the three of us and the overwhelming need that consumed us.

I could barely think, barely breathe. It was like my entire being had been reduced to a single, relentless desire. Every inch of my skin was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. I could feel Emma’s hands on me, her lips trailing down my body, and the way Abigail’s touch sent shivers up my spine. It was as if we had become one entity, our movements synchronized, our breaths mingling as we chased the next wave of pleasure.

It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced—intense, intoxicating, and completely beyond my control. The gas had taken hold of us in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. We couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop, even as our bodies screamed for relief. The orgasms came in waves, each one crashing over me with such **** that I couldn’t tell where one ended and the next began. It was an endless cycle, a loop of pleasure that kept building, kept pushing us to the brink.

At some point, I lost track of everything except the feeling of Emma and Abigail pressed against me, their warmth, their breath, the sound of their moans mixing with mine. The world outside the cabin faded into nothingness; there was only this—this overwhelming, all-consuming need.

And then, finally, after what felt like an eternity, the exhaustion hit. I could feel it in my bones, the way my muscles ached and my limbs trembled with the effort of it all. We were spent, completely and utterly drained, our bodies giving out under the strain. I don’t even remember collapsing onto the mattress, only that one moment I was caught in the throes of another climax, and the next, everything went dark.