Sometimes during the night I would wake up to the wet heat of a mouth wrapped around my cock, soft lips and tongue working me slowly in the dark. Other times I opened my eyes to find Asha already on top of me, her plump body pressed against mine, kissing me deeply while my cock pulsed and spilled inside her pussy.
There were moments when I simply gripped a pair of juicy, wide hips and buried my face between heavy, soft breasts, breathing in the warm scent of skin while someone rode me or stroked me.
I honestly couldn't remember how many times I came that night. The releases blurred together into one long, endless haze of pleasure. Even after all of it, I could still feel that the women around me hadn't been fully satisfied.
Morning light filtered softly through the window. Warmth pressed against me from every side. I woke slowly and found myself surrounded, bodies tangled with mine, soft skin and limbs everywhere.
