Round 3

As Halie stepped into the room, her eyes widened at the sight before her—Jeane and Silra sprawled on the rumpled sheets, still intimately connected. The air was heavy with unspoken desires, each woman's arousal palpable in the charged atmosphere. Hera's face burned with equal parts shock and reluctant arousal as she took in the scene, her eyes darting from Jeane's wicked smile to Silra's stretched, leaking cunt.

Halie's voice was steady but laced with concern as she moved closer to the bed. "By the gods, what happened here?" she asked, her gaze fixed on Silra's distended belly and the fluid leaking between them. Jeane's eyes met hers, a hint of mischief dancing in their depths. Hera took a step back, bumping into Abby behind her, and felt the other woman's startled gasp against her side.

Abby stood frozen just inside the doorway, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The scene before her was one of utter debauchery—Jeane and Silra sprawled on the bed, their bodies still intimately connected, a thick, sticky substance dripping from between them onto the sheets.