I woke up with Duet shaking me and sucking my once again hard d**k. My fuzzy sight noted the limp form of Monica hanging from her chain.
“Wha-what’s going on?” I muttered to the hard working little head in my crotch.
Duet let go of my d**k for a moment to simply say that Monica wanted to stay where she was and that she, Duet, was just reviving me, making sure I wasn’t dead.
“Okay. Okay,” I babbled and fell back on the floor while Duet continued her work below. I came quickly, shot the whole remaining load that hadn’t gone into Monica, and then pulled Duet up on top of me to keep me warm. She cuddled easily, inserted my less than rigid c**k into her p***y and went to sleep. It was late morning when I again woke up. Monica and Duet were gone. I was lying on the floor, covered with a cot
