Then everything suddenly accelerated. Ecstasy came quickly, brutal, intense, and together we let our pleasure explode, united in this moment of pure bliss. Dawn was gently slipping into the room. The air was still thick with the scent of desire and the heady perfume of the two German women who, after giving us a night of excess, were clearly not finished with us. I hadn't yet fully emerged from sleep when I felt a diffuse warmth, an almost imperceptible caress along my lower abdomen. A warm, moist breath that made me shiver. Then a second shiver, this time on my thigh. I slowly opened my eyes and took in the scene. She was leaning over Peter, her long blond hair cascading down his chest, her mouth working on his clothed penis, devouring it with sensual slowness. On the other side, his girlfriend, and therefore Peter's girlfriend from the beginning, was busy with me, offering me the same delights with an expertise that left no doubt about her experience. But my gaze, inexorably, drifted to Peter. I could see everything, contemplate everything. His perfectly sculpted torso, his abs trembling slightly under the waves of pleasure, the curve of his hips, the beginning of his pubis, golden from yesterday's sun. And that erect penis, pointing towards the ceiling, quivering under the eager mouth that swallowed it with exquisite dedication, alternating deep gulps and caresses of the tongue, sometimes gently kneading it with her hand to accentuate her pleasure, softly pulling back his pink foreskin to lick his glans, flooded and red with fervor. I swallowed slowly, overwhelmed by confusion and emotion... This closeness, this sight, this moment frozen in the morning's humidity... It was too much and not enough at the same time. My breathing became more erratic as pleasure surged within me, stimulated as much by the skillful mouth tending my penis as by the sight of Peter before me. Then, as I surrendered myself a little more, Peter moved. He tilted his head slightly to the side, revealing his eyes significantly, and, as if by unconscious reflex, pressed his skull against mine, as if seeking an anchor. I froze. This contact, this simple gesture, innocent at first, grew stronger. His temple against mine, his hair, still matted from sleep, brushing against my skin, our breaths mingling with each inhale, growing shorter and warmer. I wouldn't move. I felt his pleasure, almost experiencing it through him, as if this strange connection transformed the moment into a shared pleasure, a common experience where our bodies synchronized.Then, as ecstasy drew nearer, he pressed his head even closer to mine, as if he wanted to transmit his own waves of pleasure, as if, in this chaos of sensations, he was unconsciously seeking to share this ultimate moment with me, to become one. I was losing my grip. Pleasure exploded within me, almost simultaneously with his, a silent blast that coursed through us, our bodies quivering with the final waves of orgasm. He remained like that, his head still against mine, slowly catching his breath, while they watched us with a knowing smile. Then, in a barely audible whisper, he said, "Fuck, bro… that was…" He didn't finish his sentence. Our eyes met. And, in his eyes, I thought I perceived a fleeting glimmer, something indefinable, a silent question we weren't yet ready to answer. So, as if to break the tension, I patted him on the shoulder and sighed, a little mockingly, "A wake-up call worthy of the night, eh?" He burst out laughing, gently pushing his companion away to stretch, while the other snuggled up to me, still trembling. Yet another stone this moment had just added to the fragile edifice of our relationship. The two German women broke the spell of the moment by exchanging a few words in their language, amused smiles on their lips. "What are they saying?" I asked Peter, still lying beside me, his breath still a little short. He sat up slightly, listened for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. "They're saying they have to go freshen up... because their husbands are arriving at noon!" My eyes widened in disbelief. "No kidding? " "I swear!" Peter chuckled. And judging by the way they're talking about it, you'd think they ...

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