**Trigger Warning: For Matured Reader Only**

Abigail stood stiff, breath ragged, lips red from biting them, still catching her breath from the orgasm she wasn’t supposed to have. Her hand trembled near her thigh, slick from her own traitorous arousal.

But Sky didn’t give her a moment to recover.

She turned to Xavier, dripping, flushed, still flushed from riding his cock like a queen, and dropped to her knees.

“Sit back, baby. Let me show her.”

Xavier grunted, chest heaving, body still trembling from his last orgasm, but he leaned back in the chair like a man who knew he was about to be worshiped.

Sky looked at Abigail, eyes...