Rose slowly pulled off of me and walked over to her.
Irene opened her eyes reluctantly and looked away from me.
"W-What…?" she muttered, embarrassed.
"I want to proceed with you next," I said simply. "So can you please clean this up for me?"
I pressed my still-hard cock against her cheek, smearing her with it, the thick shaft squishing her soft skin slightly.
"Is that okay?"
She looked at me, her expression torn. She was hesitating.
Rose, panting beside her, watched with a half-lidded gaze.
I knew this wouldn't be easy. Threesomes weren't something that happened often, especially with they two of them. Irene valued monogamy. She didn't love sharing. Rose didn't mind it much, but she wasn't particularly into it either.
Still… I wasn't going to let this moment slip.
Irene had done a threesome before—with Gabrielle—but she treated it more like a battle to win than a real experience. This time, it wasn't a challenge. It was intimacy. And I was going to make sure it happened.
