The air in the studio was thick enough to taste, a heavy, intoxicating fog of musk, sweat, and the lingering scent of Mike's massive release. Haruka sat slumped beside the bed, her eyes glazed and her lips still glistening with the pearly remnants of the feast she had just consumed.
But there was no time for rest; the hunger in the room had only intensified.
As soon as Haruka pulled back, Ellie erupted. She didn't just move; she practically leaped, her body vibrating with a frantic, predatory energy.
"My turn! Mike, my turn!" Ellie cried out, her voice a high-pitched, melodic squeal of pure anticipation.
She was practically bouncing on her heels, her own soaking wet folds glistening in the dim light. "Sit back! Sit on the mattress!"
"You've had them worship you; now let me show you how a real woman handles this monster!"
