The air in the room hung heavy with the scent of desire, a heady mix of sweat and sweetness that clung to every surface.
Gon lay sprawled across the tangled sheets, his chest rising and falling in jagged breaths, his body still trembling from the intense release Ana had coaxed from him moments ago.
His rod, still glistening from her expert touch, lay softening against his thigh, a faint sheen of his seed lingering on the tip.
Ana and Elsa knelt on either side of him, their eyes gleaming with mischief and hunger as they surveyed the aftermath of their shared pleasure.
Ana, with her raven-dark hair spilling over her shoulders, leaned in first, her lips parting as her tongue darted out to taste the creamy essence that lingered on Gon's skin.
She hummed low in her throat, savoring the salty tang as she licked a slow, deliberate stripe along the side of his rod.
