Thankfully the doors closed in time and he felt the elevator begin to rise. That feeling he had had in the restaurant — the one that made him panic and flee, the feeling that they were all wet for him, their pussies all clenching with thoughts of him, craving him — it was now a very present certainty. What the hell? She was like a petite version of Yuming with an angelic face, long flowing hair and a similarly extreme slender hourglass figure. No, more than that, somehow. Those feelings didn’t make sense to him anymore, and he couldn’t remember the thoughts that led to them. Why? Xiu was tenderly kissing all over his neck and face and thanking him over and over again while luxuriating in a few more slow deep thrusts. He stared after them, frowning and shaking his head in disbelief. He hardly spoke because her name was always on the tip of his tongue. Two of the three remaining joggers were watching his face intently, skeptically. But also strangely confident, like she was certain he would say…
“Yes,” he heard himself whisper. Now she had him at last. He watched her eyes lose focus, far away in the blissful sensations of him filling her. The shorter swimmer lifted herself up, nestled his tip in her tight slick entrance, then
