The final circle of the Touchless Path glowed faintly beneath their feet, the jungle's vines retreating into the shadows with a slick, satisfied slither, leaving the air heavy with the musky scent of arousal and the lingering echo of denied release.
Sereya, Selene, Lyra, and Veyna collapsed in the circle, their bodies trembling, slick with sweat and wetness, pussies throbbing, nipples aching from the vines' relentless teasing.
Sereya's voluptuous form quivered, her gold-wrapped band rubbing her stiff nipples, her slick mound dripping as she fought to reclaim her composure, rage and grief warring in her amber eyes.
Selene sobbed silently, her sheer white shift clinging to her small breasts, her virgin pussy lips glistening, tears streaking her face as humiliated desire pooled between her thighs.
Lyra smiled faintly, her translucent red silk teasing her stiff nipples, her pussy dripping with masochistic thrill.
