Coco slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the soft morning light that streamed through the window of her bedroom.
It took a moment for her to gather her bearings, the events of the night before somehow fresh in her memory despite sleep fogging her mind and blurring some parts for a moment,
However, the way her body ached pleasantly in the right places reminded her that last night wasn't a dream— and Quizen? Oh, the mediator has certain wants and needs.
He didn't stop burying his face on me no matter how much I tried to tell him that it was enough. Coco thought, her face flushed with shame and embarrassment.
A part of her was satisfied at the fact that one of her husbands knows how to use his tongue, but he seems a little too eager using it.
