Chapter 115: Hunch of an old lady
"Who’s ready for round two?"
Allen’s voice hung in the steamy air, low and hungry.
But before he could grab another twitching turtle girl, two soft bodies wrapped around him from behind—warm, sticky, and smelling like sex and springwater.
"Heyyy~," Fina purred into his ear, her arms snaking around his waist. Her wet cat ears flicked against his jaw. "As fucking hot as it is watching you break these little shell girls... I think their minds are soup right now."
Rinni hugged his other side, her bare tits pressing tight against his bicep, her voice soft and sugary.
"Yeah... they’re all spasming and drooling, Allen," she whispered, her bunny tail twitching like a pervert’s nose. "Their wombs are already... really, really full..."
Allen glanced at the spring.
Kari was still collapsed on her side, pussy twitching in rhythm with the cum dripping out of her.
Niva looked broken—her gaping holes still leaking, her belly soft and round with heat. She hiccupped once, then moaned weakly, a thin strand of drool connecting her lip to the rock.
Tela had sunk into the water like a used ragdoll, bubbles popping around her shell.
"...Fine," Allen said, exhaling through his nose. "Let the little soup dumplings recover."