The moon had risen high over the cove, silver light washing across the blanket like liquid mercury. Ethan was on his back, limbs heavy, chest slick with sweat and p***y juice. His c**k lay against his stomach like a club that refused to admit defeat. Three loads gone and it still twitched every time one of the women so much as breathed near it.
Samantha, Rebecca, and Vanessa stood over him, naked and glowing, bodies painted in moonlight and c*m. Their eyes were feral.
Rebecca spoke first, voice low and dangerous. “No more games, Ethan. We’re taking everything left in those balls tonight.”
Vanessa dropped to her knees beside his head, cupped his jaw, and forced him to look at her.
“You’re going to f**k us until you can’t stand up. Then we’re going to ride what’s left until you cry. Un
