Cassian's POV
"Surround the Alpha, ladies. " The mature brunette instructed, reclining into the chair I left vacant. "Show the Alpha the straw we're made of.''
So far, the only good thing about Mortem was the whores. Sumptuous, round and curvy f*****g bitches. Kazamir had assured of a blissful experience. I'd had my wild share of cunts sliding down my c**k, with asses bouncing up and down my balls. But since the day I got to Vagamor, my c**k had never been this satisfied. Their riding skills are over-the-top with plum lips specially designed to blow one's f*****g head into fine dusts. With every new act they perfected, I wanted more. Every experience came with a new lesson I'd take with me to my grave.
The whores slithered into the bed, rubbing their lean fingers all over my body, hurli
