Chest still heaving. Muscles slick with sweat. His cock resting heavy against his thigh—thick, glistening, pulsing, the kind of cock that made all five girls keep glancing at it between moans like it was the sun and they were just trying to survive under its heat.

But he didn’t move.

Didn’t stroke it.

Didn’t even flinch.

Because this was his show now.

“Keep fucking yourselves,” he commanded, voice low and coarse like gravel and fire. “Don’t look at me unless your fingers are buried in your pussy. Let your fingers go fucking deeper!!

And they obeyed.

Every single one of them.

Gloria was spread eagle on her back, two fingers...