Ethan’s chest rose and fell like he’d sprinted a mile, every muscle trembling from the two loads he’d already blown. The cove was nearly dark now, only the last sliver of sun bleeding red across the water. Salt air, sweat, and the thick scent of s*x hung heavy around the blanket.
His c**k lay half-hard against his thigh, nine inches of glistening, c*m-smeared meat that still looked impossibly huge even when it wasn’t fully raging. Samantha, Rebecca, and Vanessa knelt around him like priestesses at an altar, eyes glazed with lust, p*****s swollen and dripping from the f*****g they’d already taken.
Rebecca broke the silence first.
“Kid’s got the recovery of a goddamn racehorse,” she said, voice husky. She reached out and dragged one manicured nail up the underside of his shaft. Ethan jerk
