Kari collapsed onto the rock like a ragdoll, her shell glistening with sweat and cum. Her pussy twitched weakly, still leaking Allen's seed in thick, messy globs that dribbled down her thighs into the spring below.
Niva trembled beside her, sitting on her knees, cheeks flushed as her thighs rubbed together like she was trying to snuff out a fire.
Allen turned to her, still panting, his cock glistening with slick juices, veins bulging.
"You're up, shy girl," he said, his voice low and rough.
Niva shook her head, backing away instinctively.
"I-I can't—I-I'm not like them," she stammered, her voice cracking. "I-I'm not ready for something that—th-that big—it'll—it'll ruin me—!"
Allen's smirk was cruel.
"Good," he said, stepping forward. His cock bobbed with every move, a shadow of sin looming over her small frame. "That's the whole point."
Niva's breath hitched. She tried to crawl away, but Fina grabbed her by the shoulders, shoving her forward.
