Luis was not yet at the point of complete exhaustion, but he was very tired. Holding the two women in his arms, one on each side, he fell into a deep, heavy sleep, too lazy to clean up and without the energy to enjoy any post-coital bliss.
He slept so soundly, so utterly unconscious, that not even the ringing of his phone could wake him.
They slept all the way until three in the afternoon, and all three of them were essentially awakened by hunger. They had been at it fiercely for most of the previous night, and even for the women, being fucked was an incredibly physically draining activity.
Coupled with the alcohol they had drunk, when they got up, they were both hungry and thirsty. Yana was the first to go to the bathroom, and Luis, yawning continuously, followed her in without any real intention of teasing her further.
