The three of them moved in tandem: Caspen behind her, Leo before her. Tem knew they would reach their apex together—that they would achieve the most perfect pinnacle imaginable. There was not point in resisting, no point in delaying. They had finally accepted the ultimate truth. Tem felt them finish at the same time: Leo in her mouth, and Caspen inside her, and with their climaxes inevitably came her own. They were moving—gasping—breaking together, falling apart into each other’s bodies like waves on the shore. They experienced it as one—all of them—surging along a singular channel of ecstasy.
