Chapter 7

When Njabulo and Zinhle stumbled back into their cabin, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Whatever exhaustion they should have felt never came—they were running on something else entirely. Lust. Adrenaline. A hunger that hadn't let up all day. They moved from room to room, taking each other with frantic passion, like teenagers on a honeymoon. By the time they got to the kitchen, Njabulo was rock hard again, and Zinhle didn't hesitate to bend over the counter, moaning as he slid into her soaked, stretched pussy. His fifth load of the day spilled into her with a shudder, the cum oozing down her thighs as she collapsed against the cool counter top, breathless.

"I've never been this horny in my life," Zinhle panted, wiping the thick mess from her legs with a towel.

Njabulo leaned back against the fridge, still catching his breath. "It's insane. I think it's all the visual overload."

Zinhle grinned. "You mean all the ridiculously hot people fucking like porn stars?"

Njabulo laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah. Exactly that."

Njabulo lay on the bed, propped against the pillows, watching Zinhle move around the bathroom. He still couldn't quite believe the transformation unfolding in front of him. For years he'd tried to nudge her out of her shell—a little lingerie here, a suggestion there—but she'd always laughed it off or wrinkled her nose. Now? He'd walked in on her being worshipped by three naked women, her moans carrying out across the lawn, her body trembling as she licked and squirmed and squirted in front of a crowd. It wasn't just a fantasy come to life—it was something far more intoxicating. She wasn't just doing it for him. She was enjoying it. Really enjoying it.