Chapter 92: Gatherers Milking Hour (R-18)

 The two women find themselves in their torturous restraint too much, the two screaming until their throat become hoarse. And even then, no one help them, causing them to fall into the pit of despair as the wasps continue to push their bodies to the edge, making them crave carnal pleasure.

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 The man returned three hours later, something they notice as he did not make it hard for them to see him.

 "Do you like it? You said you want to stop doing it. And I stop," the smile on his face hide a hite of sadism, enjoying the torment he cause to the two, even if it's the more horny variety.

 "Please, make it stop," one of them, the ponytailed one, Amari if she remember it correctly, pleaded. Alros merely hummed as his hand touched her pussy, gauging how wet it is.

 The slight touch pushed her to the edge, causing her to climax as her mouth let out a throaty moan. Alros nodded, delighted by her response.