Both were succubus-level beauties, willing to debase themselves so lewdly. No wonder Ryan had grown cold toward her.
She'd underestimated them. The days ahead would be a battle.
Ryan lay back happily. Lyla nudged Tina. "Tina, grab the cigarettes and lighter from Ryan's pants."
Tina vaguely understood and fetched them.
When she turned back, she froze. Lyla was already beside Ryan, licking his still-hard cock post-ejaculation.
Ryan stroked her face gently, looking pleased. He lit a cigarette, savoring it.
Tina opened the ashtray, then climbed onto the bed, confused. "Lyla, what are you doing? He already came."
"Tina, this is called aftercare," Lyla explained between licks. "After a man cums, his dick stays sensitive. Sucking it now feels amazing too."
"Just like when we finish, Ryan caresses us. It's about extending the tenderness."
Tina lay on the other side, thinking. "So that's how it is. But after sex, should I wipe it clean first before licking?"
