The door clicks shut and I lean against it, eyes closed, breathing slow and deliberate. My cock is still straining against my jeans, hard as a steel beam, throbbing in time with my pulse. The kitchen blowjob from Hester took the edge off — barely. I can still taste the twins on the air — the lingering scent of their arousal from the wet chairs I wiped clean, the memory of Dana's blush when she noticed, the weight of their bodies pressed against me during the hug. The "Daddy" that made them sob into my chest.
I'm used to daily satiation. Katie's mouth every morning. Hope's eager cunt every night. Hester's tight ass whenever I want it. My body has adapted to a constant diet of sex, and today's stimuli broke the meter.
I push off the door and head for the kitchen.
