Lucrezia collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving, skin covered in sweat. Exhausted, she curled into herself, drifting into sleep moments later. Archer gazed at her with a smile, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. Turning to Maeve, he caught the eager glint in her grey eyes, her thighs quivering.
''Ready, my warrior wife?'' he said, making his way toward the orange-haired beauty.
''Yes, but let me taste you first,'' she replied, crawling toward him.
Once Maeve was close enough, she grabbed his hard cock and started kissing the tip before licking down his shaft. Archer let out a groan as her soft lips began pampering him with touches. He felt his legs shake, but it only got worse. She engulfed his cock. ''Damn, Mae, you're cleaning me properly,'' he muttered.
