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The steam rose in gentle, fragrant clouds, wrapping the three of them in a private, hazy world where the only sounds were the soft hiss of hot rocks and their own quickening breaths. Her blue bikini became a damp second skin, clinging to every curve as she moved with a liquid grace between the two men. A slow, teasing smile played on her lips as her fingers, light as butterflies, traced the tense lines of their shoulders, coaxing a shared, shuddering sigh from them. He leaned in, his mouth finding the delicate hollow of her throat, a kiss that was more a whispered promise than a demand, while the other pressed his forehead against hers, their gaze locked in an unspoken understanding. The air thickened with the scent of heated wood and salt-skin as she slowly peeled the wet fabric away, her movements a deliberate, captivating dance just for them. When she guided his hand to the frantic pulse at her wrist, his thumb stroked the delicate skin there, a silent conversation of yearning. She arched her back, a soft gasp escaping as his lips finally closed over one sensitized peak, the sensation a bolt of pure, white-hot lightning straight to her core. A low moan vibrated against her neck from the other man, his hands spanning her waist, holding her steady as if she were the most precious thing in the world. In that sweltering intimacy, every touch was a question and every sigh an answer, building a shared tension that was both exquisite and unbearable. They were lost in the feeling, a tangle of limbs and shared warmth, where emotion eclipsed all else in the steam-filled room.