The circle of women tightened around him, women pressed their tits to his back, grinded their wet, soaking pussies against his thighs, and licked sweat from his neck. One climbed his leg like a pole and wrapped her thick thighs around his waist from the side, impaling herself on his fingers.
The fountain of wine kept spurting, splashing across writhing, curvy bodies.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Flesh met flesh, wet squelching and broken moans echoed in a symphony of bottom, debased debauchery!
Rahu's pace quickened; it was not rushed. It was relentless. Each thrust dragged the pleasure from the women like a thread from a spool.
One after another, they came apart around him. Hundreds of bodies lay around the fountain and back, trembling and spasming.
A curly, redheaded Rudhra beauty screamed as he bent her over a marble edge and fucker her from behind while two other women licked his nipples in reverence.
