That night, Ross satisfied all nine women on his massive bed, leaving no desire unmet.
The room was a symphony of moans, gasps, and cries of pleasure, the air thick with the intoxicating scent of sweat and ecstasy.
Waves of bliss crashed over them again and again, their passions unrestrained.
He took joy in the sight of his nine women, a line of exquisite beauty, bent over, awaiting him on the bed. He loved the feel of their different bodies, the unique shape of each woman's pussy.
He'd quickly pleasure and fuck one for 5 seconds, then move to the next, savoring the variety of sensations.
They were all lined up, ready for him, their bodies arched in pleasure. Each one reached her peak, their cries blending into a satisfying chorus.
This line formation of cunts was indeed something he loved about having many women in his life.
