Coco was breathless, stumbling as Quizen guided her backward until the backs of her knees hit the coffee table and collapsed on top of it— dazed and panting.
Quizen quickly dropped to his knees in front of her, hands reaching for the waistband of her pants with impatient urgency.
Meanwhile, the second husband leaned down, pressing soft kisses along Coco's forehead— gentle compared to Quizen's hungry roughness, but no less affectionate.
Coco reached for Heiren, pulling him down into a searing kiss, her lips feverish against his.
Her body burned, hot like every nerve was on fire.
And the ache between her thighs? It throbbed. Insistent and desperate. She needed them, needed their touch to soothe it, needed them to stop the scorching need— to fill the empty space with something warm and real.
Heiren kissed back eagerly while Quizen's fingers worked at unbuttoning her pants, both mediators tuning into her silent plea.
