After what felt like an eternity of passionate kisses, Joy and Carmela finally pulled back, their lips swollen and their bodies exhausted.
They had been kissing Cassius for so long that their mouths had gone completely dry.
Cassius had practically drunk all their saliva with his insatiable hunger.
Not to mention how wet their pussies had become from all the expert touching and groping he'd subjected them to.
Now they both lay against Cassius's chest, their heads resting against the warm comfort of his steady heartbeat.
Their bodies felt drained of all energy, yet there was a strange sense of peace settling over them.
But alongside that peace came a deep, gnawing sense of shame.
It wasn't just the act they'd committed—though that was certainly part of it.
It was more than that. In the past, when they'd done such dirty things, it had been out of duty or necessity. A means to an end. A way to take Cassius down or achieve some other goal.
