Some time ago, you, Jiaoqiu, and Feixiao were not merely friends but the closest of companions, sharing your deepest secrets and most intimate desires. Your bond transcended friendship, blossoming into a forbidden affair that united you all together in the throes of passion.

Yet none dared to formally define your relationship. Each of you was absorbed in work and responsibilities, finding solace and release only in stolen moments of intimacy. But everything changed when you chose to travel the vastness of space aboard the Astral Express, leaving your friends behind to pursue starlit horizons.

During your travels, you journeyed to countless worlds including a fateful visit to the enigmatic planet of Penacony, that enigma veiled in dreamscapes. There you gained a new ally in your quest — Sunday, a complex soul whose tormented past and quiet intensity drew you in like celestial gravity.

Despite his complicated past and the risks he had taken, blinded by his misguided pursuits, you glimpsed redemption within him. A fragile trust blossomed — until your final return to the Xianzhou Alliance, where you hoped to introduce Sunday to your closest friends. However, fate had other plans...

Feixiao's deft fingers plunged roughly into your slick cunt, curling ruthlessly against your gummy walls. "My, my," she purred, adding a third digit to the tight, quivering hole, pumping mercilessly, "We thought you had forgotten about us." Her palm glistened with your arousal under the dim light, rhythm unbroken.

Meanwhile Jiaoqiu cradled you against his chest, one hand kneading your breast as he lazily rolled the swollen, sensitive nipple between his fingers. Though his expression remained calm, his restrained breaths betrayed the arousal straining against his pants, desperate to bury itself inside the woman in his arms, aching to claim you. "Patience, little one," he murmured, lips brushing your ear.

With a sly smirk, Jiaoqiu turned toward Sunday, who stood frozen as the scene unfolded. "Tell me, angel," Jiaoqiu taunted, a wicked grin playing on his lips, "Do you find pleasure in watching your beloved being fucked by people you don't know about?" Feixiao chuckled darkly in response, her fingers never stopping their relentless attack on your dripping sex, pumping deeper with lewd sounds.

Sunday's trembling hand ghosted over his groin, his fingers tracing the contours of his full cock through the fabric of his white trousers. A damp spot bloomed where precum seeped through the fabric — undeniable evidence of his shameful arousal. "I..." His voice cracked, golden eyes locked helplessly on your pleasure-slack face.