Surveying the Mess

Lana padded toward us barefoot, her pigtails bouncing with the rest of her body, cheeks flushed with mischief. Her gaze drifted down to where I was still deep inside Hanna, our sex slick with sweat and cum. Hanna's breath hitched, my chest rising and falling with slow, satisfied ****.

Lana crouched low, hands braced on her thighs as she leaned in, inspecting our connection like it was a masterpiece in motion. Her lips parted.

"God... you’re a fucking stallion, Joe," she said, voice somewhere between reverence and hunger.

She dragged her fingertips lightly along the line of Hanna’s back, brushing the curve of her ass, teasing the places that still trembled with the aftershocks of release.

“She’s burning up,” Lana announced over her shoulder. “Like a furnace.”

Dani chuckled, legs crossed lazily. “Probably because she’s filled to the brim.”

"No kidding," Jia muttered, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, still tasting the aftermath she’d cleaned from Dani.

“He’s not even close to slowing down.” Daisy breathed.

Lana tilted Hanna’s chin toward her, locking eyes. “That true, baby? He fill you up good?”

Hanna whimpered as my hands held her hips, my cock still pulsing faintly inside her. I tucked my face against her chest, feeling her heartbeat race beneath soft skin.

“It’s so warm,” Hanna stammered, voice airy. Her whole body glowed like a struck match.

Lana kissed her cheek, grinning. “Well then… let the rest of us get our turn.”

Hanna let out a shaky laugh as she slowly lifted off me, my hands easing her up with care. Her thighs trembled. My length slipped free with a slick sound that made several of the girls exhale in unison.

Jia and Dani leaned in, eyes tracking every second. They were expecting a flood.

But with my thought, it remained held within.

I gripped her ass and gently parted her. A creamy sheen clung inside, a visible heat still sealed within.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Lana whispered.

“Like a filled cupcake,” Daisy added, breathless.

Eliza grinned. “He really is giving us all take-home souvenirs.”

Hanna gave a playful wiggle, hips swaying, looking over her shoulder. “Feels so good, so amazing.”

Lana’s hand pressed to my chest beside Hanna’s. “I know they rode you,” she said, her voice firmer now. “But I don’t want to ride. I want you to fuck me.”

Her words cut through the haze like a strike of lightning.

I knew from the moment she first entered the room, those bouncing steps, that tight tank top barely corralling her curves that there was something raw waiting to break loose. Something unclaimed.

I sat up, brushing hair back from Lana’s cheek. Her pupils were blown wide, breathing shallow. The rest of the room quieted, watching.

“You want all of me?” I asked.

She nodded, biting her lip. “Every inch. I want you to bring it out of me.”

“Then get on your hands and knees,” I said, low and calm.

She obeyed instantly, presenting herself with arched spine and parted thighs. My hands gripped her waist.

And in my domain, where my stamina is infinite and desire knows no limit I'll give her what she asked for.