As the first rays of dawn crept through the tent's flaps, Aisha and Skadi lay sprawled on their backs, utterly spent, their bodies glistening with sweat and marked with faint bruises from the rough, relentless sex they'd endured all night.
Their chests heaved with shallow breaths, their eyes closed in exhausted slumber, their limbs limp as if drained of every ounce of energy.
Most telling of the marathon with Cassius was the state of their pussies—both swollen and glistening, completely filled with his thick, white cum, still slowly seeping out, trickling down their thighs and pooling onto the bed in sticky, creamy puddles.
Even now, their overfilled wombs seemed to pulse, unable to contain the sheer volume of his semen.
