Irishka for once woke up the very first. Clamped tightly on both sides by muscular male bodies, she felt like a favorite plush toy of two big boys at once, who tightly hugged their treasure. The marquise yawned to tears, she was just terribly sleepy, but she wanted to go to the toilet even more. She made a timid attempt to get out of the interweaving of male limbs, but was caught.

- Where are you, honey?

-- I need.

- And I need it - Cas rubbed his luxurious morning boner on his wife's thigh and playfully bit her ear.

- To me in a toilet, - Irishka didn't...