In the end there had been no other way to settle it, so Alex lay down in the middle of the bed with his arms crossed behind his head.
Janeth took the right side with her back stiff and her arms folded, and Leila took the left, in the spot that had always been Rose's.
Rose, who refused to lose to anyone, climbed on top of him without a word and flopped face down across his stomach, hugging his waist with both arms and mashing her huge tits against his crotch.
Nobody made a move all night. And then morning came peaceful.
Waking up, Alex stirred to sunlight across his face and three bodies pressed against him, and it took a groggy moment to sort out which warmth belonged to whom.
Rose had slipped lower in her sleep, her blonde hair fanned across his hips, her arms dragging his shorts down his thighs as she hugged him, until his cock, already hard and throbbing, had sprung half out of the waistband and wedged itself into the deep valley between her soft succubus mounds.
