He read it.
The corner of his mouth moved.
The small, private thing.
"Congratulations," he said.
Both women looked at him.
"On giving me a cheat code," he said, "straight to your hearts."
They looked at each other.
Back at him.
"My dear sluts."
He moved over them.
His thighs settling on either side of their faces — both women now positioned below him, their faces at the elevation his body had decided was the correct one.
His cock.
Hanging between their faces.
Still thick. Still glistening. The shaft coated in the accumulated record of the last hour — Nano's slick, Sugar's juices, his seed, the blood, all of it layered in the specific, filthy patina of a cock that had been thoroughly occupied and had not been cleaned.
The musk of it hitting both of them simultaneously.
Nano's nostrils flared.
