The second round began with deliberate slowness, as if Catherine's aphrodisiac gas had decided to stretch time just for them.
Thomas was still panting, his chest rising and falling heavily, while the semen from his first release slowly dripped down Freja's thighs.
She continued rubbing her enormous breasts against Thomas's face, letting him suck on them as much as he wanted.
Ashley, to the side, licked her lips with the feline elegance that defined her, her eyes half-closed and shining.
"My turn, dear," Ashley whispered, sliding onto the bed like a shadow. Her hands, soft and cool, gently moved Freja aside. "You've been very generous, Freja, but now I want to feel it inside me."
Freja let out a soft giggle, withdrawing with a fluid motion. She positioned herself on all fours to kiss Thomas upside down, so both of their foreheads pointed toward each other's necks.
