Gideon finally had to say goodbye to Freya's and Summer's pussies. Duty called, and he needed to return to his post for now. He gently slapped both of their cheeks before speaking in a low voice.
"Wake up. Your mother might get up soon."
Both sisters groaned weakly. Their bodies were a mess, slick with mixed fluids that stained both their skin and the sheets beneath them.
Kiss marks littered their bodies, clear evidence of how thoroughly Gideon had enjoyed himself.
"I really shouldn't leave marks like this," he murmured to himself.
"Ugh, I can't move. I'm dying," Summer complained, lying flat on her stomach.
A clear bite mark decorated her ass, one Gideon had left behind because of how full and jiggly it was.
Freya, however, had already started moving. Even though she was slow and stiff, she forced herself up and shuffled toward the bathroom.
Just before opening the door, she turned back and hissed, "If you don't want to get killed by mom, move, Summer."
