Lor stood up behind them. His cock hung heavy and flushed, still wet from Olivia. He took it in his fist and gave it a slow pull while he looked at those juicy asses. The residual slickness from her made the stroke smoother than it should have been.
He started with Sophia.
"May I tear this?" he asked. He touched the pink mesh at the crotch.
"Yes," Sophia whispered. "Just do it. Quickly."
It gave with a dry rip. The white panties under it were soaked through, the cotton almost clear and pasted to her. He hooked a thumb in the gusset and pulled it to the side.
She was small and flushed and glistening, and she was already tightening and loosening on nothing.
A thin line of wet ran down the inside of one thigh and caught on the edge of the torn mesh.
He did not take her yet. He lowered himself onto his knees behind her instead, put both hands on her thighs, and set his mouth against her.
Sophia jolted so hard that her forehead hit the quilt. "Lor!"
"Mm."
