The hours passed in a blur of flesh, moans, and the lewd rhythm of wet bodies colliding.
Risa had begged to go again—and again—until her voice cracked and her twitching pussy oozed more than it could hold. Nikita had broken a second time, clinging to his chest with her thighs still parted, her breath caught in the last whisper of his name.
Amphitrite trembled with every touch, her body still adjusting to the fullness of what she'd been given. Even Kumiko had returned, not to ride, but to seal his seed into the girls who couldn't hold it.
Selene lay curled at his side, her back marked by the imprint of his hands, her lips parted in the soft sleep of a woman claimed completely.
They were all around him now—limbs sprawled, thighs still glistening, the sheets beneath soaked and heavy. The scent of sex choked the air: heat, salt, sweetness, and the lingering tang of sweat and climax.
And across the room… she remained.
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Less than two hours remained until the doors opened.
