"Uffff..."
Three sweaty bodies fell on the bed, a musky scent permeating them.
Both ladies embraced their man tightly and breathed roughly, releasing a hazy breath with every exhalation.
Ultimate infatuation filled their eyes and the same had to be said for Valentine who embraced both of their waists tightly against him, feeling as if he was in a dream of some sort.
"We won't get pregnant, right? you didn't put a cloth." Vera asked and touched the overflowing seed that came out of her crotch, a bit of apprehension together with a degree of expectation clouded her mind, however, Valentine and Fayette looked at one another at the word that she mentioned, especially Valentine, painful thoughts moved through his mind, the curse of imagination.
"A cloth?" He stuttered, that must be painful.
