Asuza, Hilda, and Frey's faces were completely streaked with thick, glistening white lines, their flushed skin painted with the mess I had left them with. Their breaths came out uneven, shallow pants slipping past their lips, as if even the sticky heat of my cum clinging to their cheeks was enough to leave them overwhelmed. They didn't look ashamed. No—if anything, they looked like they were savoring it, almost cherishing the sensation of having my load plastered across their skin. Their eyes were half-lidded, dazed, and full of hunger.