Nala and Minne were a sight: Nala all sharp curves and confident grace, Minne tiny and doll-like, both naked except for Minne's ruined lingerie. Their tongues danced over Tessa's nipple, occasionally meeting in soft, wet kisses before returning to their task.
I looked at Minne while driving into Tessa in perfect rhythm. "You really loved Delilah, don't you, Minne?"
Minne paused licking, looking up with those big eyes. "She… acts like a mother. I like her."
"Well, she is a mother now," Kim laughed from the side, idly stroking herself.
Jasmine grinned. "Guess Evan's got competition for who gets to suck Delilah's milk first, huh, Minne?"
Minne went scarlet, shaking her head frantically. "N-no! I don't! It belongs to Master!"
Tessa moaned, grabbing the back of Minne's head and pressing her face harder into her breast. "Suck my tits, maid. Bite them—just not too hard. Fuck, that feels good."
"Y-yes! Gladly!" Minne chirped, latching on again, teeth grazing gently.
