The pace was becoming unhinged. I was breathing like a marathon runner, my heart hammering against my ribs. Eleanor was a mess of moans and gasps, her fingers scratching uselessly at the tile as the combined attention of five people centered entirely on her pleasure. Jasmine's tongue was relentless, Kim's whispers were intoxicating, and my own body was a relentless engine driving her toward the cliff.
"I'm... oh, fuck, I'm going again!" Eleanor wailed, her voice cracking as the second climax of the morning began to boil over.
"Don't hold back," I rasped, my own control fraying at the edges. I delivered a final, rapid-fire series of thrusts, my hips snapping forward with everything I had left.
