Ayla POV

I can still feel Soren's movements inside me, at no point has he stopped his rhythmic thrusts. My heart is racing as my skin feels clammy, but neither of them cares.

I see Victor's smile and the glistening drops of my cum on his face, I bite my lower lip, on the left corner, I want to lick those drops off. I felt Soren grab my waist and pull me up, I let out a moan of frustration, missing the sensation of being opened up by his cock.

I reached out and wrapped my hands around Victor's shoulders, and he held me. I started to lick up the...