I Love It

Kouhei's knees buckled beneath him, his entire body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over him from all sides. The intoxicating sensation of warm, eager bodies pressing against him left his mind hazy, drowning him in pure, overwhelming ecstasy. His breathing grew erratic, his chest rising and falling in ragged gasps as his fingers instinctively reached out, sinking into the soft, supple curves of the women beside him.

A firm squeeze to each of their ass cheeks earned him soft, breathy moans. Their bodies tensed under his touch before they melted into his grasp, pressing against him with renewed fervor. They were relentless, their hands, lips, and tongues working him over, driving him further into a pleasure-induced haze. His thoughts blurred—no, they disappeared entirely.

It felt too good. Too intense.

His body was heating up, burning with need, and he could feel the release building inside him, coiling like a spring that was moments from snapping.