The darkness refused to lift. Instead of the power snapping back on quickly like I'd hoped, it lingered, thick and heavy, turning the living room into a forbidden playground. My body was still trembling from the intense orgasm, my p***y fluttering with aftershocks, juices slowly dripping down my inner thighs onto the sofa. I could barely catch my breath when the touches multiplied.
More hands joined the first ones.
They came from different directions in the pitch black — confident, exploring, hungry. One large, slightly calloused hand cupped my left breast, squeezing harder than the first, pinching the sensitive n****e with rougher tugs. Another hand, warmer and smoother, slid up my right thigh, fingers tracing the wet trail my juices had left. A third set gripped my ass cheeks fro
