We lay tangled in the wreckage of the sheets, the air thick with the musk of sex and sweat, our chests heaving in unison as if we'd all been pulled from the same deep water.
Cindy was a warm, trembling weight against my left side, her cheek pressed to my shoulder, her breath coming in short, shaky bursts that cooled the sweat on my skin.
On my right, Sydney had collapsed in a sprawl of limbs and dark hair, one leg thrown over mine, her breasts rising and falling with deep, satisfied breaths.
Cindy had come apart on my tongue, her release still faintly coating my chin. Sydney was full of my seed, her thighs sticky with it, her pussy fluttering occasionally with aftershocks that made her whimper and squirm against me. It had been a three-way collision of bodies that I'd never imagined myself capable of, and now, in the quiet aftermath, my mind reeled with the realization of how much time I'd wasted.
