Chapter 316

“Wait, what time is it?” Zenya asked softly.

I was inside her again - it hadn’t taken much for me to stay hard, likely helped along by the ‘satisfy everyone in bed’ upgrade that Cassidy had gotten me from the App, but I had a feeling it wouldn’t have taken me much longer in bed with these two anyways. I was still spooning Zee from behind, holding her comfortably as I just slowly thrust the top third of my cock into her messy pussy. Cassidy was still snuggling her from the front and they’d been trading little kisses.

Cass rolled over now, wincing as a bright strip of sun leaking around the curtain hit her face, and found her phone. “Shit,” she said. “They’ll be back soon.”

“Mmmm,” Zenya groaned, reaching back and putting a hand on my hip. “I need to go start breakfast. It doesn’t need to be done by the time they’re back, but Becca asked me to get it started.”

“We still need to talk,” I reminded her, pulling out but still holding her.

“I know, and we will,” Zenya said. She rolled over to face me, giving me an earnest kiss, and then falling onto her back and taking both mine and Cassidy’s hands in hers. “This helped. Seriously. I’ll start breakfast and organise my thoughts, and you two can stay in here and talk too.”

“We don’t need to talk about you,” Cassidy said. “The door is wide open, the runway has people signalling you in, and the table’s already set.”

Zenya sighed and shook her head with a smile. “You should still talk, and not just about me,” she said. She let go of our hands and scooted down to the end of the bed, standing up and immediately pressing her thighs together. “Fuck,” she laughed. “I didn’t realise quite how much man-juice you dispensed in there, Robbie.”

“Ugh,” I groaned. “Please do not call it ‘man-juice’ again.”

“Fine,” Zenya snorted. “I didn’t realise how much baby batter you stuffed me with.”

“Not better!” I laughed.

“Love gunk?”

“Ew, even I don’t like that one,” Cassidy giggled. “Go wipe his Tiger Cream off in the washroom.”

“Now that just sounds wrong,” Zenya snorted as she went into the washroom. “Like I’m fucking a furry or something.”

“She’s not wrong,” I said, turning to Cass.

“Well, let me suck that delicious cocktail off of you, Tiger,” she said with a smirk, getting up on her knees and bringing her mouth down to my cock, slurping and licking the mixed bodily fluids there.

Zenya came back out of the washroom freshly wiped down but still naked, eyeing Cassidy. “Damn,” she said. “I was planning on using that to flavour my morning coffee.”

“Hah!” Cassidy laughed, falling back on her butt as my cock slipped from her lips. “Gross, but kinky.”

“I wasn’t actually thinking that,” Zenya said to me. “But I’m sorry if I’ve put an idea in her head.”

“Just a little cream for my coffee,” Cassidy said in a terrible Oliver Twist accent.

Zenya and I both groaned at the joke and she picked the jersey back up off the floor where it had fallen. “Mind if I keep wearing this?” she asked.

“As long as there’s nothing under it so that Robbie can grab that plump, juicy butt,” Cassidy said.

“Deal,” Zenya grinned, then slipped it on. It fell down to her thighs so it wasn’t particularly revealing.

“He could also just bend you over and fuck you in front of everyone at breakfast,” Cassidy smirked.