Henrietta's final shuddering squirt still glistened on chins and chests when the four women, flushed, trembling, and utterly devoted, crawled toward him as one.
They knelt in a tight half-circle around his hips, eyes glazed with worship. Lira's perky breasts brushed his thigh first, her tongue darting out to lick a lingering drop from the head of his cock. Selene followed, full lips stretching wide, taking him deep with a low, greedy moan. Nyx's hair spilled forward as she licked along the shaft, her tongue swirling in perfect counterpoint. Henrietta joined them last but no less hungry, eyes locked on Lucas as she tasted him fully, lips sliding down the side while the others worked the crown and base.
Four mouths, four sets of lips, four eager tongues worshipped him in overlapping strokes and wet kisses, passing his cock from mouth to mouth like a sacred relic, moaning every time another pulse of his Yang flooded their throats.
