The day had just started... the light was bright as the birds chirped and people began their daily routines, stepping into the rhythm of survival—working hard to feed their families, to prove themselves, to chase something. It was early, but the streets were already alive with effort and motion.
Everyone was doing something. Everyone was chasing something.
Everyone... except...
Deep inside the grand palace—specifically in the Empress's chamber, wrapped in velvet curtains and perfumed with exotic oils and the lingering heat of lust—the world was completely different.
Quiet... except for the rhythmic, wet, primal sound of sex.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
The lewd clapping of hips echoed against the ornate walls. The slick slap of a thick cock disappearing into a soaking, twitching pussy again and again, gliding in and out with obscene squelches.
No words. Just that raw sound.
Just heat.
Just flesh.
Just their eyes.
