There's blood in the water, and the barracuda are still hungry

Dallas slumps on top of you, gasping happily, her lithe body warm as she snuggles against you. Deandre gives you a last wet purring kiss, then nuzzles your neck, giggling softly. You can see Mason slumped in his chair, obviously asleep, the other three girls kneeling the floor around him, lazily caressing his legs as they look at you with glittering eyes.

Like a school of barracuda, you think. Finished with one carcass and sizing up the next one they want to devour. You almost envy Mason for his **** state as the three teen succubi start to crawl towards you, their eyes hot and intent. You groan softly, rolling Dallas' slender body off you, as you await your fate, wondering if you can survive the evening.