"More"

The answer takes you by surprise for a moment. Once it sinks in and you feel kinda bad. After all, you've done your best to set up a fun gangbang for Daisy, but it's not enough? You're not enough?

Then you shake off that stupid thought and return to reality. It's not like you're going to be Daisy's new boyfriend. This is a one-night all wild fuckfest. So why not?

"Really?" Chris asks, clearly having the same initial reaction that you did.

"Sure. I mean... why not?" Daisy seems like she's having tons of fun. "I'm Daisy fucking Ridley. I'm the star of the biggest movie franchise in the world. Apparently I can get guys to just drop trou and fuck me. So why not?

You slow your thrusting and can feel Jamal doing the same. After all, if this is just beginning, you need to save up your energy. Daisy lets out a whimper as you finally come to a halt and pull out. Sure, you figured you were going to shoot a load inside her, and call it a perfect night. But maybe, maybe extending the evening is the better option.

Daisy turns her head to see your wet cock. She smiles at it. She clearly likes it.

But your brain is already moving onto the next conundrum. Daisy wants more men. How are you going to pull that off? After all it was considerably taxing to decide on these guys. It's not like you can just...

"Done" Arnold declares, still just standing and watching, now holding his phone.

"What does that mean?" Jamal asks.

"Daisy wanted more guys. I texted some friends." Arnold says. While you were buried balls-deep in Daisy's ass, he's been on top of this.

"How many?" Daisy asks, a naughty tone dripping from her voice.

"Well..." Arnold hesitates. "I don't want to get your hopes up. They might not all come. I mean they all said they would, but you never..."

"Ohmygod! How many?" Daisy demands with a giggle.

Arnold shrugs. "Like... thirty two."

Your mouth drops. Most of the mouths in the room drop.

"Thirty-two guys?" Jamal asks.

"Thirty two cocks." Daisy says under her voice with happy amazement.

"Arnold, thirty two guys aren't going to fit in this hotel room." You say, suddenly realizing you have a problem. Thinking, should you offer your apartment instead? It's a real mess. Daisy won't be impressed. Then again, Daisy isn't going to be looking at the decor.

You look down at Daisy's body, thin, sweaty, naked, amazing. You've got to do something to salvage the evening.