As I stirred awake, I found myself still entwined with Margaret, my cock resting inside her pussy. The urge to thrust deeper into her beckoned, but as I looked around the room, I saw the others sprawled out, their bodies bare and marked by the intense night of passion, all of them fast asleep. I held back my desire and gently withdrew my cock from Margaret, careful not to disturb her.
I slipped out of bed and quietly made my way out of the room, noticing that it was already afternoon. The house bore the signs of our relentless sex marathon—traces of my cum and their squirts were evident on various surfaces, a testament to the debauchery that had unfolded throughout the night. The kitchen, however, remained untouched and clean, as our activities hadn't ventured into that space.
