Alex stood straight, rolling his shoulders as the last waves of pleasure faded from his muscles.
His breathing was already steady again, his pulse slowing to a calm unhurried rhythm.
Below him, neither girl moved.
Erin lay face-down on the mattress, her huge, plump ass still raised slightly, her body twitching with tiny aftershocks. Her blue eyes were rolled back, her mouth hanging open, her fingers gripping weakly the soaked sheets.
Lily was curled up on the floorboards beside the chair, her body trembling, and his fluid leaked from her hole in slow trails. Her orange eyes were glassy, staring at nothing.
Alex looked down at them for a long moment.
The lust in his blood had finally quieted, replaced by a heavy satisfaction, letting out a slow breath and ran a hand through his damp hair.
Then his expression softened.
He crouched down beside Lily first. His large hand touched her shoulder, gentle and careful.
"Hey. You alive?" he murmured.
