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Fucking Insatiable

Owain slid off the sweat-covered charmer beneath him, rolling down to the ground and panting for a much-needed rest. The ladies piled on around him, considerate enough not to smother him yet again, just inching in close enough to stroke him fondly, swooping in for deep kisses and the occasional subtle ass-grab. Clever girls.

"So," one of the women wrapped around him murmured in his ear, "think you can go again?"

Owain Even -- tired, spent, absurdly messy, and surrounded by seven horny women with wet dicks and no better plans than to fuck him full of cum for hours at a time -- replied with a cocky grin, determined to beat off his stiff competition. "Was that a challenge?"