A final, weary sigh escaped Davi's lips as he opened his eyes, heavy with exhaustion. The air around him was thick with the musky, sweet scent of sex and spent passion.
He was surrounded by a breathtaking panorama of stunning women, their lithe forms glistening with a fine sheen of sweat in the soft morning light.
Their cute wolf ears twitched faintly as they lay in various states of blissful collapse, their bodies still trembling from the relentless sex he had bestowed upon them. Their perfect, sensual forms were completely covered with sexual fluids, painted with Davi's seed.
From their well-used, glistening pussies, thick streams of his white seed slowly seeped out, tracing paths down their trembling thighs and onto the silken sheets below. Their skin, marked by the faint red traces of passionate grips and kisses, told the story of a night filled with passion.
A mischievous, satisfied smile touched Davi's lips as he remembered the symphony of their pleas.
