After that, the two professors adjusted their appearances, smoothing out their clothes and brushing their hair back into place.
"Let's call it a draw for now," Irene said with a soft sigh. "Leon doesn't seem ready to let you go just yet."
"Master doesn't seem like he wants to let go of you, is what you mean," Gabrielle quipped, her tone sharp.
Their eyes locked, and tension flared between them. As they leaned in, their large breasts pressed together, the soft flesh squishing visibly under the pressure. The intensity of their rivalry hadn't dulled, not even after the threesome we'd just shared.
"Why the hell are you still mad at each other?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "You were literally naked together, having a threesome."
"It wasn't a threesome!" they both snapped, glaring at me in unison.
