I leaned back against the headboard, cock still half-hard and glistening under the open gown, and spoke calmly, almost conversationally.
"Ema… why don't you help clean Julie's asshole… and pussy. See how dirty it's gotten."
Julie's entire body flushed—neck, chest, even the tops of her ears turning pink—but the blush wasn't just embarrassment. Her nipples tightened visibly, and a fresh bead of cum slid from her entrance, dripping slowly down her perineum toward the already-soaked sheets.
She bit her lower lip, eyes glittering with that familiar mix of shame and brazen arousal.
"Wait…" Julie said quickly, voice husky but firm. "First, send the clothes to Yuko inside the bathroom. She'll need them… and we don't want her walking out yet."
Ema nodded quickly, eyes wide. Julie pointed toward the ensuite door.
Ema turned back from the bathroom door—face still burning a deep crimson, the duffel bag now safely in Yuko's hands behind the closed door.
