As the first light of dawn crept through the estate's windows, casting a golden haze over the tangled sheets where Cohan and Gianmarco lay spent, a restless energy stirred elsewhere in the house. Pietro, still buzzing from the night's excesses, prowled the dimly lit corridors, his muscular chest heaving with unresolved tension as he sought out Elias. Finding him in a secluded alcove, Pietro's eyes darkened with a mix of dominance and raw need; he grabbed Elias by the waist, pulling him close until their bodies collided in a frenzy of heated breaths and urgent hands. Elias's slim frame trembled under Pietro's grip, his vulnerability laid bare as Pietro's lips crashed against his, teeth grazing skin before descending lower, stripping away barriers with impatient tugs. Pietro's hard cock, thick and veined, pressed insistently against Elias's thigh, and with a guttural growl, he flipped Elias onto the bed, entering him in one powerful thrust that made Elias cry out in a blend of pain and ecstasy. Their rhythm built fiercely, Pietro's athletic hips driving deep into Elias's tight ass, each stroke igniting sparks of pleasure that coursed through them, Elias's hands clutching the sheets as he arched back, whispering pleas that only fueled Pietro's intensity until they both shattered in release, Pietro pulling out to spill hot cum across Elias's face and torso in a messy display.

Pietro stood over Elias afterward, his chiseled physique gleaming with sweat, one hand rubbing his own nipples and tracing the ridges of his abdomen in a taunting show of arrogance. "Look at you, so pathetic and desperate," he sneered, his voice laced with cruel amusement, before yanking up his pants and striding shirtless back into the main hall, where the lingering guests turned heads in admiration. His broad shoulders and popping biceps drew lustful stares from every corner, stroking his ego like a drug, but as the party thinned, Gianmarco emerged from the shadows, his quiet gaze fixed on his twin with a mix of disgust and concern. In a hushed corner, Gianmarco confronted him, his words steady despite the tremor in his voice: "You've changed, Pietro—everyone sees it. You were grounded once, not this cocky show-off who hurts the people who care." Pietro shrugged it off at first, but as the night faded, the truth sank in, a pang of regret twisting in his gut like a knot he couldn't undo.

In Montana's bedroom, the morning brought a different kind of intimacy, with Evan and Stacey still entwined around him, their naked bodies a warm tangle under the sheets. As Evan stirred and stumbled toward the bathroom for a shower, his hangover evident in his groggy movements, Montana turned to Stacey, his hands roaming her soft curves with deliberate hunger. "Don't worry, I won't tell Evan," he murmured against her ear, his tongue trailing down to her breasts, teasing her nipples until they hardened, then lower still, parting her thighs to lap at her wet pussy with skillful strokes that made her gasp and writhe. Her first orgasm crashed over her in waves, her screams echoing softly as his mouth worked her clit, and he didn't stop, building her toward a second peak that left her trembling and breathless, their shared release a fleeting balm against the night's lingering shadows.

As the first light of dawn crept through the estate's windows, casting a golden haze over the tangled sheets where Cohan and Gianmarco lay spent, a restless energy stirred elsewhere in the house. Pietro, still buzzing from the night's excesses, prowled the dimly lit corridors, his muscular chest heaving with unresolved tension as he sought out Elias. Finding him in a secluded alcove, Pietro's eyes darkened with a mix of dominance and raw need; he grabbed Elias by the waist, pulling him close until their bodies collided in a frenzy of heated breaths and urgent hands. Elias's slim frame trembled under Pietro's grip, his vulnerability laid bare as Pietro's lips crashed against his, teeth grazing skin before descending lower, stripping away barriers with impatient tugs. Pietro's hard cock, thick and veined, pressed insistently against Elias's thigh, and with a guttural growl, he flipped Elias onto the bed, entering him in one powerful thrust that made Elias cry out in a blend of pain and ecstasy. Their rhythm built fiercely, Pietro's athletic hips driving deep into Elias's tight ass, each stroke igniting sparks of pleasure that coursed through them, Elias's hands clutching the sheets as he arched back, whispering pleas that only fueled Pietro's intensity until they both shattered in release, Pietro pulling out to spill hot cum across Elias's face and torso in a messy display.

Pietro stood over Elias afterward, his chiseled physique gleaming with sweat, one hand rubbing his own nipples and tracing the ridges of his abdomen in a taunting show of arrogance. "Look at you, so pathetic and desperate," he sneered, his voice laced with cruel amusement, before yanking up his pants and striding shirtless back into the main hall, where the lingering guests turned heads in admiration. His broad shoulders and popping biceps drew lustful stares from every corner, stroking his ego like a drug, but as the party thinned, Gianmarco emerged from the shadows, his quiet gaze fixed on his twin with a mix of disgust and concern. In a hushed corner, Gianmarco confronted him, his words steady despite the tremor in his voice: "You've changed, Pietro—everyone sees it. You were grounded once, not this cocky show-off who hurts the people who care." Pietro shrugged it off at first, but as the night faded, the truth sank in, a pang of regret twisting in his gut like a knot he couldn't undo.

In Montana's bedroom, the morning brought a different kind of intimacy, with Evan and Stacey still entwined around him, their naked bodies a warm tangle under the sheets. As Evan stirred and stumbled toward the bathroom for a shower, his hangover evident in his groggy movements, Montana turned to Stacey, his hands roaming her soft curves with deliberate hunger. "Don't worry, I won't tell Evan," he murmured against her ear, his tongue trailing down to her breasts, teasing her nipples until they hardened, then lower still, parting her thighs to lap at her wet pussy with skillful strokes that made her gasp and writhe. Her first orgasm crashed over her in waves, her screams echoing softly as his mouth worked her clit, and he didn't stop, building her toward a second peak that left her trembling and breathless, their shared release a fleeting balm against the night's lingering shadows.

As the first light of dawn crept through the estate's windows, casting a golden haze over the tangled sheets where Cohan and Gianmarco lay spent, a restless energy stirred elsewhere in the house. Pietro, still buzzing from the night's excesses, prowled the dimly lit corridors, his muscular chest heaving with unresolved tension as he sought out Elias. Finding him in a secluded alcove, Pietro's eyes darkened with a mix of dominance and raw need; he grabbed Elias by the waist, pulling him close until their bodies collided in a frenzy of heated breaths and urgent hands. Elias's slim frame trembled under Pietro's grip, his vulnerability laid bare as Pietro's lips crashed against his, teeth grazing skin before descending lower, stripping away barriers with impatient tugs. Pietro's hard cock, thick and veined, pressed insistently against Elias's thigh, and with a guttural growl, he flipped Elias onto the bed, entering him in one powerful thrust that made Elias cry out in a blend of pain and ecstasy. Their rhythm built fiercely, Pietro's athletic hips driving deep into Elias's tight ass, each stroke igniting sparks of pleasure that coursed through them, Elias's hands clutching the sheets as he arched back, whispering pleas that only fueled Pietro's intensity until they both shattered in release, Pietro pulling out to spill hot cum across Elias's face and torso in a messy display.

Pietro stood over Elias afterward, his chiseled physique gleaming with sweat, one hand rubbing his own nipples and tracing the ridges of his abdomen in a taunting show of arrogance. "Look at you, so pathetic and desperate," he sneered, his voice laced with cruel amusement, before yanking up his pants and striding shirtless back into the main hall, where the lingering guests turned heads in admiration. His broad shoulders and popping biceps drew lustful stares from every corner, stroking his ego like a drug, but as the party thinned, Gianmarco emerged from the shadows, his quiet gaze fixed on his twin with a mix of disgust and concern. In a hushed corner, Gianmarco confronted him, his words steady despite the tremor in his voice: "You've changed, Pietro—everyone sees it. You were grounded once, not this cocky show-off who hurts the people who care." Pietro shrugged it off at first, but as the night faded, the truth sank in, a pang of regret twisting in his gut like a knot he couldn't undo.

In Montana's bedroom, the morning brought a different kind of intimacy, with Evan and Stacey still entwined around him, their naked bodies a warm tangle under the sheets. As Evan stirred and stumbled toward the bathroom for a shower, his hangover evident in his groggy movements, Montana turned to Stacey, his hands roaming her soft curves with deliberate hunger. "Don't worry, I won't tell Evan," he murmured against her ear, his tongue trailing down to her breasts, teasing her nipples until they hardened, then lower still, parting her thighs to lap at her wet pussy with skillful strokes that made her gasp and writhe. Her first orgasm crashed over her in waves, her screams echoing softly as his mouth worked her clit, and he didn't stop, building her toward a second peak that left her trembling and breathless, their shared release a fleeting balm against the night's lingering shadows.

As the first light of dawn crept through the estate's windows, casting a golden haze over the tangled sheets where Cohan and Gianmarco lay spent, a restless energy stirred elsewhere in the house. Pietro, still buzzing from the night's excesses, prowled the dimly lit corridors, his muscular chest heaving with unresolved tension as he sought out Elias. Finding him in a secluded alcove, Pietro's eyes darkened with a mix of dominance and raw need; he grabbed Elias by the waist, pulling him close until their bodies collided in a frenzy of heated breaths and urgent hands. Elias's slim frame trembled under Pietro's grip, his vulnerability laid bare as Pietro's lips crashed against his, teeth grazing skin before descending lower, stripping away barriers with impatient tugs. Pietro's hard cock, thick and veined, pressed insistently against Elias's thigh, and with a guttural growl, he flipped Elias onto the bed, entering him in one powerful thrust that made Elias cry out in a blend of pain and ecstasy. Their rhythm built fiercely, Pietro's athletic hips driving deep into Elias's tight ass, each stroke igniting sparks of pleasure that coursed through them, Elias's hands clutching the sheets as he arched back, whispering pleas that only fueled Pietro's intensity until they both shattered in release, Pietro pulling out to spill hot cum across Elias's face and torso in a messy display.

Pietro stood over Elias afterward, his chiseled physique gleaming with sweat, one hand rubbing his own nipples and tracing the ridges of his abdomen in a taunting show of arrogance. "Look at you, so pathetic and desperate," he sneered, his voice laced with cruel amusement, before yanking up his pants and striding shirtless back into the main hall, where the lingering guests turned heads in admiration. His broad shoulders and popping biceps drew lustful stares from every corner, stroking his ego like a drug, but as the party thinned, Gianmarco emerged from the shadows, his quiet gaze fixed on his twin with a mix of disgust and concern. In a hushed corner, Gianmarco confronted him, his words steady despite the tremor in his voice: "You've changed, Pietro—everyone sees it. You were grounded once, not this cocky show-off who hurts the people who care." Pietro shrugged it off at first, but as the night faded, the truth sank in, a pang of regret twisting in his gut like a knot he couldn't undo.

In Montana's bedroom, the morning brought a different kind of intimacy, with Evan and Stacey still entwined around him, their naked bodies a warm tangle under the sheets. As Evan stirred and stumbled toward the bathroom for a shower, his hangover evident in his groggy movements, Montana turned to Stacey, his hands roaming her soft curves with deliberate hunger. "Don't worry, I won't tell Evan," he murmured against her ear, his tongue trailing down to her breasts, teasing her nipples until they hardened, then lower still, parting her thighs to lap at her wet pussy with skillful strokes that made her gasp and writhe. Her first orgasm crashed over her in waves, her screams echoing softly as his mouth worked her clit, and he didn't stop, building her toward a second peak that left her trembling and breathless, their shared release a fleeting balm against the night's lingering shadows.

As the first light of dawn crept through the estate's windows, casting a golden haze over the tangled sheets where Cohan and Gianmarco lay spent, a restless energy stirred elsewhere in the house. Pietro, still buzzing from the night's excesses, prowled the dimly lit corridors, his muscular chest heaving with unresolved tension as he sought out Elias. Finding him in a secluded alcove, Pietro's eyes darkened with a mix of dominance and raw need; he grabbed Elias by the waist, pulling him close until their bodies collided in a frenzy of heated breaths and urgent hands. Elias's slim frame trembled under Pietro's grip, his vulnerability laid bare as Pietro's lips crashed against his, teeth grazing skin before descending lower, stripping away barriers with impatient tugs. Pietro's hard cock, thick and veined, pressed insistently against Elias's thigh, and with a guttural growl, he flipped Elias onto the bed, entering him in one powerful thrust that made Elias cry out in a blend of pain and ecstasy. Their rhythm built fiercely, Pietro's athletic hips driving deep into Elias's tight ass, each stroke igniting sparks of pleasure that coursed through them, Elias's hands clutching the sheets as he arched back, whispering pleas that only fueled Pietro's intensity until they both shattered in release, Pietro pulling out to spill hot cum across Elias's face and torso in a messy display.

Pietro stood over Elias afterward, his chiseled physique gleaming with sweat, one hand rubbing his own nipples and tracing the ridges of his abdomen in a taunting show of arrogance. "Look at you, so pathetic and desperate," he sneered, his voice laced with cruel amusement, before yanking up his pants and striding shirtless back into the main hall, where the lingering guests turned heads in admiration. His broad shoulders and popping biceps drew lustful stares from every corner, stroking his ego like a drug, but as the party thinned, Gianmarco emerged from the shadows, his quiet gaze fixed on his twin with a mix of disgust and concern. In a hushed corner, Gianmarco confronted him, his words steady despite the tremor in his voice: "You've changed, Pietro—everyone sees it. You were grounded once, not this cocky show-off who hurts the people who care." Pietro shrugged it off at first, but as the night faded, the truth sank in, a pang of regret twisting in his gut like a knot he couldn't undo.

In Montana's bedroom, the morning brought a different kind of intimacy, with Evan and Stacey still entwined around him, their naked bodies a warm tangle under the sheets. As Evan stirred and stumbled toward the bathroom for a shower, his hangover evident in his groggy movements, Montana turned to Stacey, his hands roaming her soft curves with deliberate hunger. "Don't worry, I won't tell Evan," he murmured against her ear, his tongue trailing down to her breasts, teasing her nipples until they hardened, then lower still, parting her thighs to lap at her wet pussy with skillful strokes that made her gasp and writhe. Her first orgasm crashed over her in waves, her screams echoing softly as his mouth worked her clit, and he didn't stop, building her toward a second peak that left her trembling and breathless, their shared release a fleeting balm against the night's lingering shadows. Outside in the grand hall, Cohan moved with effortless grace, his gentle smile masking the exhaustion in his eyes as he tended to the straggling guests, pouring last rounds of champagne and exchanging quiet goodbyes until the final echoes of laughter faded, leaving only a few passed-out forms slumped in armchairs. With the estate settling into silence, he slipped away upstairs, his pulse quickening at the thought of Gianmarco waiting in his room, the air thick with anticipation as he found the door ajar, Gianmarco's slim figure outlined in the soft glow of a bedside lamp, his eyes lighting up with eager desire. Cohan shed his clothes in a hurry, their hands intertwining as they headed to the en-suite shower, warm water cascading over their bodies, washing away the night's residue in a steamy embrace that turned playful, Cohan's lips tracing Gianmarco's neck while his fingers explored the sensitive curve of his uncut cock, hardening under the touch, their kisses deepening as the water mixed with their shared moans. They toweled off hastily and retreated to the bed, where Cohan's body covered Gianmarco's with tender urgency, his thick shaft sliding into the tight heat of Gianmarco's ass with slow, deliberate thrusts that drew out gasps of pleasure, each movement a blend of emotional connection and raw sensation, their rhythms syncing in a dance of whispered endearments and escalating intensity until they climaxed together, bodies slick and hearts full. Meanwhile, in the guest wing, Cooper stirred from his sprawl in the lounge, his muscular frame aching as he stumbled toward Chiara's room, the door creaking open to reveal her form under the blankets; she awoke with a delighted purr at the sight of his smooth, rippling torso as he peeled off his shirt, her eyes hungry as she invited him in, only for him to yank the covers away and dive between her thighs, his tongue delving deep into her wet pussy, gliding against her clit with expert pressure that made her scream in ecstasy for what felt like an eternity, her multiple orgasms rippling through her in waves of shuddering bliss. After her fifth peak, she pulled him up with a sultry grin, calling him a good boy before sliding his underwear down to reveal his throbbing 9-inch uncut cock, taking it into her mouth with eager sucks that had him groaning and releasing in mere seconds, his hot cum flooding her throat as she swallowed every drop, then brushed her teeth and cuddled beside him as he drifted off. Back in Montana's suite, he grinned at Stacey, wiping his mouth from her soaking wet pussy before feigning sleep as Evan returned, ushering her out with a tired insistence; once the door clicked shut, Montana rose for a quick shower, the water cleansing his skin before he crept downstairs to Chiara's room, slipping in to find her entwined with Cooper, her eyes fluttering open as he positioned himself on top of her, his hard cock thrusting into her with immediate need while his hand reached for Cooper's semi-erect shaft, thumb circling the foreskin in rhythmic strokes that elicited mutual moans, the room filling with the sounds of their shared ecstasy until Cooper sprayed cum across Montana's hand and abdomen, Chiara climaxed around him, and Montana pulled out to stroke himself to release, his thick load splattering them both before he licked it clean with a satisfied sigh. Finally, Cohan planted a soft kiss on Gianmarco's forehead, slipping from the bed to dress and head to the kitchen, where the aroma of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon began to fill the air as he set out a leisurely breakfast spread in

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