He paused.
"Except Fatima."
The pool went quiet.
Women who had been pressed against him, grinding their pussies against his thighs and sobbing into his neck, slowly separated. They looked at each other. They looked at Fatima.
Fatima blinked.
She was standing slightly apart from the main cluster of bodies, as she had been for the last few minutes — not from reluctance, but from the fact that her body simply took up more space than the others, her enormous dark-tipped tits requiring their own territory in any crowd. The water reached her hips, lapping against the underside of her massive breasts, which floated slightly on the surface like the soft prows of two warm ships.
