Melisa woke up with the sun coming in through the curtains, determined to get her out of bed. On her left was Isabella, sprawled out in just a top, cock out proudly. One of her ears twitched in her sleep, probably dreaming about all the new ways she'd invented to traumatize the house's furniture. On her right, Raven's lean muscle pressed against her back. She had one arm thrown right over Melisa's body, like she belonged to her.
[How does she maintain that poker face even while unconscious?] Melisa wondered, blinking the tiredness away and taking herself out of the tangle of limbs. [It's like she's meditation champion of the year or something.]
The events of the previous night came flooding back. Lots of fucking. Incredible amounts of fucking. Melisa's legs felt like jelly.
"You're thinking too loud," Raven mumbled against the back of her neck. Of course the slightest movement from Melisa woke her up.
