The air in the nest was thick now, humid with sweat, musk, and the lingering scent of sex. The stone beneath him was slick from the constant runoff of fluids. The women had fallen into a rhythm — a relentless rotation where no one stayed on him for long, each determined to wring him dry before the next took her turn.
The one currently straddling him had her head tipped back, throat exposed, sweat streaking down her collarbone and over the heavy swell of her breasts. Her hips moved in tight circles at first, grinding against him so the swollen lips of her cunt dragged slow over the base of his cock. She kept her eyes half-lidded, watching his reaction through dark lashes.
"You like that?" she asked, her voice hoarse but laced with pride. "Feels like I'm swallowing you whole, doesn't it? My pussy's hugging you tighter than hers did." She tilted her head toward the last girl, who was still kneeling nearby, trembling and dripping down her thighs.
