I wanted to see each little bush, run my hands over their smooth bodies, lick my tongue along their wet cunts. Feel their hands on my cock, push into them, feel my skin sliding on theirs, run my fingers inside up through their pinkness. Tongue their soft red mouths and feel them yielding to my touch, opening themselves to me. This room of nymphs, me in silk robes, some kind of ancient painting. I could see this warm pile of arms and legs in the middle of the room, tangled hair and hands. Sweat. I could still see the clear wet cum along C's pussy and wanted to taste her,...