Things got weird. Or awesome? Weird awesome?

Dao held his head on her lap again, careful to keep it on her good leg, and she sat with her back against the wall. She smiled down at him, combed his hair, and every so often made sure to lean forward a little so her huge breasts squashed down against his face. Soft, heavy tit, resting on his face, was the stress reliever he never knew he needed.

Jes lay against his side, her back to the wall, her breasts squashed into his ribs, and she traced a claw up and down his naked chest, and his cock. Caera snuggled into his...