Serena and Eleanor remained on their knees, their faces a complete mess from Devon's explosive release—thick, creamy ropes of cum streaked across their cheeks, foreheads, and lips like obscene paint strokes, slowly dripping downward in lazy, viscous trails that clung to their skin before finally breaking free and splattering onto the floor or their heaving chests.
The warmth of it had faded quickly in the stuffy air of the bedroom, leaving behind a sticky, cooling residue that made every subtle movement feel tacky and filthy, pulling at their pores like drying glue. Some of the cum had landed squarely on their exposed tits, forming glossy white lines that trickled down over their curves, pooling around their hardened nipples and making them glisten under the faint glow of the bedside lamp.
