"Hmmm-"
After spending about thirty seconds relishing the bliss of their shared intercourse. The boot was pulled into a subtle silence enough for their shallow breath to become distinct.
Pushing away Annabelle who was slumped on his chest and curled in exhaustion.
"Wait-" as he was about to stand up, he felt Olivia's palm wrapping around his limp brother with a tissue paper she slipped out of somewhere.
Stilling his movement, he hunched slightly and saw her dutifully wiping off Annabelle's nectar with puffed cheeks.
It was clear she wanted to suck him but wasn't inebriated enough to do so when he was covered in another's nectar.
"That– was good." To his side, Ava seemed to have fully recovered from the euphoria and was starting to rest up.
When she saw Annabelle weakened with shallow breath by his other side, her eyes glistened with joy.
"Good for you-" she mocked her sister who was unable to respond.
