Chapter 32 - The Fall To Debauchery (8)
After I finished cumming inside Charlotte for the eighteenth time, I pulled out. The sensation of fucking her was intoxicating; her pussy was unlike any other, a rare gem among women. It was soft and inviting, like marshmallow, every time I plunged into her depths.
But I had to exercise restraint. Today was the day the idols were making their debuts.
I'll admit, I got carried away. I mean, I definitely went overboard. Eighteen times was unprecedented, even for me. I never pushed beyond ten with my other women. When I indulged in group sex, each woman would typically get five rounds at most. Enduring all eighteen shots of my cum turned Charlotte into a masterpiece herself.
As I withdrew, Charlotte's once-distended belly slowly returned to its normal state, my cum gushing out of her crack like a relentless stream.
"Maya, clean my dick," I commanded, aware that she was already awake and attentive.