Lia was sprawled across the couch, legs still wide, chest heaving, p***y throbbing from the last round. Her dress was basically useless now crumpled around her waist, soaked in the front from her own squirt and their juices.
Jade and Raven were kneeling on either side of her, hands roaming lazy but possessive over her thighs, her t**s, her stomach. Their skin was slick with sweat and everything else, the room smelling thick like p***y and s*x.
Jade leaned down first, kissed Lia slow and deep—tongue sliding in, tasting Raven still on her lips. Raven watched, fingers tracing circles around Lia's swollen c**t, not pressing hard, just teasing enough to keep her hips twitching.
"You still shaking, baby," Raven murmured.
"But we're not done. You can take more."
Lia laughed breathy, voice h
