Four women are on the floor, their breathing steady and low. Eka watched them as they slept peacefully. They are covered in his own fluid and their flowers are constantly dripping with it.
He glanced to the side and saw Samantha still holding up. She is leaning on the wall though she's on the verge of falling.
White dripped down her legs and her body quiver from time to time. Her eyes on the other hand stared intently at the masked holder.
"You still want it?" Eka asked with a smile. He walked towards her and held her chin.
Samantha nodded her head. She doesn't know for how many hours and how many rounds they did, she already lost track of time. But her body still craves that amazing feeling, that sensation of penetration.
