By now, Joy and Carmela had absolutely gone all out. They had made Cassius release himself dozens upon dozens of times.
The evidence was everywhere—the bed was soaked, the floor beside it had become a slick pool, and even the sheets that had somehow remained clean were now thoroughly ruined.
The room smelled of sex and sweat and something sweet that lingered in the air like perfume.
And now both women lay sprawled beside him, utterly exhausted.
Their chests heaved. Sweat glistened on their skin. They panted like they had just run a marathon, limbs trembling from exertion, muscles aching from relentless effort.
Joy rubbed her jaw with a pained expression, her fingers kneading the sore muscles.
"Ow." She muttered, wincing. "It hurts. It hurts so much!"
She glared at Cassius's still-erect cock, which was bobbing slightly with his heartbeat.
