Wild Dreams [Story Collection]
Instead, as the women continued stroking my oversensitive body with soft, worshipping touches, a small, dangerous part of me whispered that I didn’t want them to stop.
The women slowly withdrew their mouths and hands from my body, leaving me trembling and aching on the soft moss bed. My skin glistened with saliva and my own juices. I could barely catch my breath.
Then they left the tent.
I lay there, dazed, chest heaving, wondering if it was finally over. But moments later, they returned — each carrying something new.
Thick, realistic strap-on cocks.