Silvari lay tangled in the sheets, her body still humming with the remnants of passion. She couldn't remember the last time she had spent a night so completely and utterly satisfied. Beside her, Felia was snuggled up close, her dark skin a contrast against the white sheets with a few red stains. Vincent was nowhere to be seen, but Silvari could hear the soft sound of his voice as he spoke to someone in the other room.
Today was their last night at the hotel after two days of dating and romance with their husband. He dominated their hearts and bodies with his strong passion and mighty flesh lance. Tomorrow they would need to check out and return home and share him with other girls, but these few days were worth more to them than a week in that magical medallion.
His love enveloped them so densely and caused both girls to develop a solid sisterly bond with a healthy rivalry.
'Ah, my body is so sore… Damn bad guy!'