He tried to put it all out of his mind. He ran his hands over her perky little tits, tiny waist, and wide hips as she settled over him, grinding on his shaft to confirm to herself that he was somehow still hard, coating his underside with her extremely wet, tiny pussy. But just like naturally occurring attraction, no matter how strong it was, it was still up to them to choose what to do about it. But his peripheral vision couldn’t help but take in her every movement. He felt it. Incredibly, within seconds of this thought he was blasting over the edge into another powerful orgasm. Her body arched violently as she cried out, pressing him deeper, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. The other swimmer won, straddling his body and grinding her wetness on him. Jim forced himself to ignore them too and stared at his food. The tightness was unlike anything he’d experienced before, but she seemed to be in no pain. Xiu was there first with a wet towel to clean off the blood from Leizu’s cherry. Their eyes wouldn’t let that happen. Earlier that year, a mutated strain of the flu had built an intelligent network of modified nerve cells within his body and become a separate sentient being.
