HENRY'S POV
The women wrung me dry.
One rode my c**k mercilessly, her hips grinding down until my thighs shook.
Another ground her p***y on my face, smothering me with her slick heat, her cries muffling against my tongue as I lapped her up like a starving man.
Hands tugged at me, nails raked down my chest, teeth bit into my n*****s until they were swollen, tender, throbbing with each breath.
Tongues battled for every drop, every twitch, every ounce of me, as though I were not flesh, but nectar to be drained.
I lost count of how many times they took me.
I lost count of how many times I begged—for release, for mercy, for more.
Every time I thought I was spent, another mouth, another hand, another body pulled me back from the brink and wrung me out again.
By the end, my c**k was swol
