Eros could admit, at least to himself, that he'd failed the challenge. Spectacularly.
The whole thing had started as a dare. Patricia, Janet, and Priya had cornered him on that video call, lace, confidence, and a challenge that made his cock twitch before they'd even finished speaking.
He'd laughed. Accepted. And it was fun.
Right up until two and a half hours in, when all three of them were passed out.
Patricia sprawled across the ottoman like a broken doll, cream still leaking from her ruined cunt, pink, gaping, rim stretched, glistening under the amber light. Her tits to the sides, milk and his cum crusted on her skin, breathing deep and even, completely unconscious.
Janet curled on the marble floor—he'd moved her to the couch before leaving—hair matted with sweat, milk, cream, everything else, clamps removed, nipples red, swollen, sleeping like she'd been drugged.
Her cunt still gaped, pink tunnel pulsing faintly, cream dripping onto the leather.
