Quinn couldn't remember when Noah got involved, but he was too busy enjoying the addition of a fourth cock to really care.
Noah was just as girthy as Ezra, and just as long as Leo. He was the perfect medium between Dorian and Ezra, and reached deep inside of him just like Leo did. Who would be dumb enough to complain?
Certainly not Quinn, and doubly so when that same cock was deep in his throat, fucking his brains out, his balls slapping against his face while drool ran down the sides of his mouth as Dorian filled him from the other side.
What a place to be? And with friends like these, it was hard to complain.
Quinn was a happy, happy man, filled with cum, cocks, and a fever that was slowly going to drive him insane. He didn't understand. He'd never had this much stamina in his life before. He'd only been able to go a few rounds with Michel, more than Michel could, but he shouldn't have been able to go as long as he was without breaks.
He'd taken no breaks.
