He wanted them so much. Eleven pussies wet for him, clenching with every thought of him, aching, craving to be filled by him. His orgasm felt explosive and went on an on until it felt like he had completely emptied himself in her, but the virus made sure that only a single small spurt of semen actually came out. She introduced herself as Yuming. Their expressions weren’t the anger or disgust he expected and probably deserved as a voyeur. He finally understood her chant, and with it the singular driving purpose that he had sensed in them and in himself without being able or willing to name it. Afraid his erection wouldn’t last, she wasted no time notching it into her entrance. She began to move, her athletic body taking long, deep strokes onto him, and soon he felt her inner walls begin to spasm, her orgasm building within her. “Oh god, it’s so good!” she cried out, the feeling of being filled overwhelming her. It was the tall jogger Leizu on him. More every second.
