Hera’s soft cries and breathless whimpers only fueled their desire, driving them closer to the edge. Even Zhane, usually calm andposed, had lost all restraint.


    His thrusts became rough and relentless, each movement more intense than thest.


    Hera’s voice, already strained from her moans and cries, began to grow hoarse under the onught.


    Her trembling body reacted to every motion, her cries blending with their groans, creating a symphony of unbridled passion that echoed throughout the room.


    "This... it’s too much... I can’t," Hera gasped, her words trembling as she struggled to keep herposure.


    Her limbs began to feel foreign, disconnected, as if they no longer belonged to her.


    Weakness slowly overtook her, but before she couldpletely lose her grip, Rafael grasped her fingers, his hand firm as he intertwined with hers.


    His grip tightened, guiding her delicate touch to stroke his hard shaft.


    The sensation was overwhelming, building within him as he moved with a mixture of urgency and restraint, feeling the intensity surge within him.


    "Ha... ha... ha..." The sound of the men’s ragged breaths filled the room, mingling with Hera’s desperate moans.


    It was unmistakable—anyone passing by would know exactly what was happening inside.


    Hera no longer felt the need to be shy or reserved; her mind was overwhelmed by lust and desire.


    Thankfully, her stamina held up, allowing her to keep pace with the men.


    But even as Leo and Zhane finished, her body felt on the verge of giving out.


    The night was far from over, and with Rafael—perhaps even more—still toe, she wondered if she’d ever have a chance to rest.


    "Ugh! Hera! I’m cumming!" Zhane growled, his voice hoarse and unrestrained.


    His breaths grew hotter as his grip on her breast and waist tightened, his movements bing erratic.


    With a final, desperate thrust, he buried his face in Hera’s nape, the words caught in his throat as his climax overtook him.


    The pleasure was overwhelming—far more intense than anything he’d felt before, even when Hera had used her hand.


    A shudder coursed through his entire body as he cum inside her, his mind nk with ecstasy.


    Unconsciously, he bit down on her shoulder de, drawing a cry from Hera that was equal parts pain and pleasure.


    Her inner walls clenched tightly around him, milking him dry and pushing him to the brink of copse as he nearly fell limp beside her.


    At the same moment, Leo and Rafael reached their peaks as well, their releases arching through the air andnding on Hera’s trembling abdomen, glistening against her flushed, heaving skin.


    Leo, Zhane, and Rafael panted heavily, their gazes fixed on Hera’s flushed face.


    Her skin glistened with sweat, and strands of her long, wavy hair clung to her forehead and cheeks.


    Zhane reached out tenderly, tucking her hair behind her ear as he looked at her with quiet adoration.


    Feeling his gentle touch and the intensity of their gazes, Hera slowly opened her eyes, her breathsbored.


    Exhaustion weighed on her, but the lingering euphoria still coursed through her trembling body.


    Noticing her state without her saying a word, Rafael had already fetched a ss of water.


    When she reached out for it, her hand trembled too much to hold it steadily. Rafael brought the ss to her lips instead, while Zhane gently supported her, helping her sit up.


    Despite his assistance, Zhane had yet to pull out, his hard cock still pressing inside her, a constant reminder of their closeness.


    But at that moment, her parched throat demanded relief more than anything after all her moaning and screaming.


    As the cool water touched her lips, Hera drank deeply, desperate for its soothing touch, like a fish gasping for life. It was a small reprieve in the aftermath of their shared intensity.


    "Slow down, be careful while you drink," Leo reminded, leaning in closer with a soft tone.


    Once Hera had finished, the three men took turns drinking from the same ss, no longer concerned about sharing. Their earlier germaphobia had long been forgotten, swept away by exhaustion and thirst.


    Hera let out a sigh, thinking the ordeal might finally be over, but it seemed she was mistaken—it was only a water break.


    "It’s my turn now, isn’t it?" Rafael said with a wide grin, cing the ss on the bedside table.


    He had already stripped off his hospital pants earlier, walking around unabashedly naked to grab cold water from the fridge.


    Hera’s throat tightened at his words, making it hard to swallow as she nearly choked in surprise.


    Zhane, who had beenzily thrusting inside her under the pretense of taking his time, froze mid-motion.


    With a reluctant low groan, he finally pulled out, though it was clear he wasn’t ready to give up his im just yet.


    <i>’Since it’se to this, and we’ve already done it, what’s there to be ashamed of?!’</i> Hera thought, her mind racing as three pairs of eyes tracked her every move in the dimly lit room.


    Despite the darkness, it seemed as though they could see her clearly, their gazes piercing through the shadows.


    When Rafael shifted positions with Zhane, he effortlessly lifted Hera and set her on her knees, positioning her to face both Zhane and Leo.


    "A nice view, indeed," Leo teased, a yful smirk on his lips before leaning in to kiss her deeply.


    From behind, Rafael began aligning himself, his movements deliberate and steady.


    Zhane and Leo each took hold of Hera’s trembling hands, steadying her as they supported her weight.


    She leaned against Leo’s broad shoulder, feeling theirbined presence envelop herpletely.


    "Are you still okay for one more round?" Rafael’s deep voice came from behind, his tone carrying a mix of eagerness and restraint.


    Despite his obvious desire to im his turn, he didn’t want to push Hera past her limits.


    Though his words sounded firm, Hera caught the underlying note of concern in his voice.


    He remembered how long Leo and Zhane had taken during their turns, pushing Hera to the brink of exhaustion.


    She hade dangerously close to passing out, yet her remarkable stamina had carried her through.


    Years of working in physically demanding fields had honed her endurance, but even so, Rafael hesitated, waiting for her answer before proceeding.