The metallic taste of George’s seed mixed with Julie’s slick was heavy on Fia’s tongue, but she performed her task meticulously, her tongue tracing the rim of Julie’s puckered core until every stray drop was gone. Julie let out a soft, satisfied sigh, her fingers idly tangling in Fia’s red hair as the slave finished the cleanup.
When Fia finally sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, the atmosphere in the bedroom had shifted from frenzied lust to a cold, transactional silence.
George was already off the bed, pulling on a pair of silk boxers, his face still dark with a lingering, possessive resentment. Sebastian had quietly slipped off the mattress, gathering his clothes with the practiced discretion of a seasoned house slave, waiting for Julie's nod to excuse
