Zemin gaped like a fish stuck on the shore, pulled in several directions by contradicting reflexes, until he detached himself from these entirely. Then he forced his mouth shut and moved his gaze from Adia to Citri, who looked just as shocked, and back.
"I apologize. I didn't know you were coming. But, it's not TOO late yet, I think. Right, Citri?" Zemin looked at the girl, with whom they were connected in the most physical way possible. "For an actual party, or, well…"
Citri covered her face with her hands and let out a long, embarrassed whine, then rapidly nodded several times. The motion made her body twitch on Zemin's cock, and he had to force himself to not move toward it.
"Um." Adia glanced into the hallway behind her and hesitated for a moment. Then she closed the door behind her, decisively staying inside, and licked her lips. "I can just watch. There are certainly plenty of things to look at."
