The phone was still ringing by the time I found my discarded pants and pulled it out. Mendy's name flashed across the screen, and I swiped to answer, bringing the phone to my ear.
"Yeah?" I answered, my voice gruff from smoke and sex.
"Hey," Mendy said, her voice cheerful and upbeat as always. "Evan. How are you?"
I exhaled deeply, trying to steady my breath as I sat down on the double couch, spreading my legs wide. My body was tired, sweaty, and in desperate need of a shower. Those two had really done a number on me, but I knew the feeling was mutual. They were a mess, especially Luna. Her asshole had stretched wider than I ever thought possible, swallowing nearly half of my arm.
"Yeah," I said, trying to catch my breath. "How are you?"
"I'm good. Just... doing some dishes at the moment."
