I found myself staring downward, my gaze fixed on the thick trails of semen slowly dripping from their well-stretched vaginas. Gravity pulled it down in lazy strands, the white mess clinging before finally letting go and splattering softly against the ground beneath us. The sight was obscene in the quiet aftermath, the kind of visual that lingered in your head longer than it should have. My breathing hadn't even settled yet, my body still humming with leftover tension, when the atmosphere inside the tent suddenly shifted.
The netting at the entrance rustled.
It wasn't loud, but in the stillness, it might as well have been a shout.
"Oh my…" a voice murmured, soft yet amused. "Looks like I was a little late."
I lifted my head.
