Lor lay on the blanket on the floor, staring up at the dark ceiling.
Sleep refused to come. The images from downstairs kept flashing in his mind, but even more than that, the two beautiful, hot women sleeping just a few feet away on his bed kept pulling his thoughts in another direction.
He had just fucked both of them earlier, and now they were acting a bit like strangers again — polite, quiet, as if the intense moments they had shared had been put away for the night.
A soft rustle broke the silence.
Eva slowly slid down from the bed.
She moved quietly, her curvy body lowering itself to the floor.
As she crawled toward him on all fours, her breasts hung and jiggled gently with each movement, the soft, full globes swaying beneath her top, nipples faintly visible through the fabric.
Lor turned his head slightly. "Eva? What happened?" he whispered.
