Lancelot's muscular body shone in the silver moonlight that peered through the open blinds, cascading across his body as Sumika's legs wrapped around either side of his hips trembled while convulsing as copious amounts of white cream bubbled and poured from her opening.
Beside them, Guinevere was no better with her soft, squishing pale ass shown in the argent light, with both holes oozing the same white goo as her eyes were rolled back and buried in a soft black pillow.
The trio had been enjoying some adult time since he returned and finished eating; it was almost three in the morning, and Lancelot was no longer tired.
It's like the more I have sex, the more energy I have...
With a wet pop, his member slipped from the gaping entrance of Sumika and began to flood onto the quilt as her legs collapsed.