Round 3

As Jeane rose from the bed of writhing women, her futanari cock still glistening with their combined fluids, her breasts tingling with milk swelling beneath, Silra watched with a mix of satisfaction and concern. The scent of sex and desperate lust filled the air, making Jeane's demonic nature thrum with satisfaction, but it was not enough. "For now," Jeane purred, stretching languidly, her langui...