Stand up shakily and observe the four completed anal sessions to see how the women are handling the aftermath

Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Nowhere, at 9:18 PM on Monday, April 15th, 2024 (Day 1 of 7).

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Your legs tremble as you push yourself up from the stool, your inner thighs slick with your own arousal. The taste of Mira's cum still coats your tongue—sweet and musky—as you turn to survey the aftermath.

Jasmine lies sprawled across her bench, her powerful legs still spread wide, Kara's massive crimson cock slowly withdrawing from her stretched asshole. Thick ropes of white demon cum leak out immediately, dripping down onto the tiled floor in obscene rivulets. Jasmine's breathing is ragged, her rich brown skin glistening with sweat.

"Holy fuck," Jasmine gasps, her voice hoarse. "That was... educational as hell."

Kara grins down at her, sharp teeth gleaming. "You took eight inches by the end. Impressive for a human."

Across the parlor, Nora whimpers as Tasha's knot finally deflates enough to slip free. The dog girl's cock emerges with a wet pop, followed by an absolute flood of cum that gushes from Nora's gaping asshole. Nora's pale freckled skin is flushed crimson, her red hair plastered to her face with sweat.

"Can't... can't feel my legs," Nora mumbles, her voice slurred with exhaustion and pleasure.

Tasha licks Nora's shoulder affectionately. "You were perfect. Took my knot like you were made for it."

Elena pushes herself up on shaking arms, Roxanne's tapered foxgirl cock sliding out of her ass with a lewd squelch. More cum spills out, coating Elena's dark thighs. "I need a shower. And sleep. Possibly for a week."

Marisol remains bent over her bench, breathing heavily as Selene's angelic cock withdraws from her thoroughly used hole. The petite woman's tan skin gleams with perspiration, her dark bob disheveled. "That was... intense," she whispers.

Mira moves to your side, her hand gentle on your lower back. "Come on. Let's get everyone to the residential quarters. You all need rest."

"ARIA," Jasmine calls out, slowly pushing herself to sitting. "We're turning in for the night."

"Acknowledged," ARIA's voice responds, her tone surprisingly neutral. "Futa satisfaction levels stable. All breeding schedules uploaded for Day Two. Residential quarters prepared."

The four human women help each other stand, moving stiffly toward the showers. The five futas follow, their cocks finally soft, expressions sated and calm.

Mira keeps close to you as the group begins the slow walk toward the main house, her presence protective and warm.