Sometimes the most intense pleasure comes from complete surrender. Today, the Slimes found me by the river. Not one, but three of them, their joyful giggles echoing as their gelatinous forms shimmered in the light. They don't ask, they just take. They swarmed me, their cool, slick bodies pressing against mine, sliding over my skin, into every space. One settled between my legs, her form molding perfectly to my pussy, while another enveloped my cock in a pulsating, cool embrace. There's no resistance, only their collective, childish ecstasy as they feel every shudder, every pulse of my orgasm through their shared consciousness. They drank my cum with happy sighs, not as a conquest, but as a game we all won together. It’s a fucking overwhelming, blissful loss of self.