The Zephyr-X9's engine growled softly as Kael parked it beside the new training house, its black curves gleaming under the Haven's dull flickering streetlamp, the evening air crisp with dew, the lingering scent of juicy burgers, salty fries, and sticky sundaes from their dinner wafting from the car's open windows.
Kael, Freya, and Rhea climbed out, their laughter bouncing off the Haven's walls.
"Hell of a day," Kael said, stretching, his t-shirt riding up, his grin sly as he leaned against the car's warm hood.
He turned to Freya, his voice dropping to a tease. "Time's up, Freya. Ditch those beads, or you can keep them on if you like the thrill."
Before she could snap back, he landed a sharp spank on her ass, the crack slicing through the quiet, the anal bead panties shifting inside her, sparking a jolt of pleasure-pain that made her yelp, her body clenching, a flush creeping up her neck.
