The five women remained gathered around me on the daybed, bodies still flushed and slick, breathing still uneven, skin still marked by paint, welts, sweat, and cum. The studio air was thick with the scent of sex and linseed oil, a heavy, intimate fog that clung to every surface. My cock lay softening against my thigh, spent but still sensitive, every small shift of their limbs against me sending faint aftershocks through my groin. I lay on my back in the centre of them, arms spread, chest rising and falling, staring up at the high steel beams and the skylight above. Rain had started again. Soft taps against the glass. A gentle percussion that matched the slow thud of my heart.Elena was the first to move.She slid down my body, her dark hair trailing across my stomach like cool silk. She kissed the hollow of my hip. Then lower. Her tongue traced the crease where thigh met groin. She licked the cum and her own wetness from my skin. Slow. Careful. Worshipful. Sophia joined her on my rig
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