The nest was nothing but heat and noise now, the air thick enough to taste, every surface slick with their lust. The rotation had stopped being orderly hours ago — now it was a tangle of limbs and bodies pressing in, their swollen mounds brushing him from every direction. Whoever could get on him, got on him. Whoever couldn't, clung to him, grinding their fattened folds against his thighs, his hips, even his chest, smearing him with wet heat.
One mounted him from the front, her thighs spread so wide her trembling knees barely held her up. She didn't even ease into it — she slammed herself down, the sheer squish of her engorged lips parting around him echoing like someone had wrung out a soaked rag. Her clit brushed against his skin every drop, and she let out a sharp hiss each time, hips snapping forward like her body was trying to wring him dry in a single stroke. Her hands clutched at his shoulders hard enough to leave crescent marks, her breath hitting his face in hot bursts.
