Lia nodded seriously, her green eyes focused. "We should. What if one smells weird?"
And just like that, they became absorbed in their little cosmetic laboratory—sniffing lids, squeezing little blobs onto their wrists, rubbing between their fingers, rating texture and slickness and scent like this was an alchemical competition, their underwear-clad forms glowing softly in the lavender light.
Lor just lay there, cock still hard, watching the whole thing with increasing disbelief, his hazel eyes glinting with amusement and frustration.
"I think we are forgetting the task at hand, remember?" he said finally, gesturing at his still-waiting dick, throbbing visibly against his stomach.
The girls looked up in unison, their cheeks flushing.
"…Right," Sophia said sheepishly, holding up a bottle with lavender shimmer, her blue eyes hesitant but determined. "This one smells nice though."
