Aiden looked down at the beautiful sight before him with deep satisfaction. Xylandra and Valeforia lay peacefully stacked together — chest to chest, massive breasts squished tightly, pussies still pressed together and leaking his cum. Their new dresses were disheveled masterpieces: Xylandra's elegant black lace with purple accents and Valeforia's bolder glowing purple version both clung to their sweat-slicked, voluptuous bodies. Their golden eyes were closed in blissful exhaustion, soft breaths matching in perfect twin harmony.
He gently pulled the soft blanket over them, tucking it around their intertwined forms with care. "Sleep well, my perfect twin wives," he murmured, brushing a strand of white-blonde hair from Xylandra's flushed cheek and a lock of purple from Valeforia's.
The door opened quietly.
