"Ahh… last night was definitely good," Caliste muttered under his breath as the sun rose and lit up their room and, more importantly, Fleur's peerless body.
He could hardly remember how many times he had cum. It had to be over ten times at a minimum.
The bedsheets were covered in cum and pussy juices from the "rough" night they had just had.
He moved his finger down her thighs, caressing her skin as if they were two lovebirds.
"The best… y-you're the best…" Fleur muttered with a smile as she snuggled closer to Caliste's body, feeling his abs. "Though we didn't get a good night's sleep like you wanted…"
Caliste laughed. "That was much better. Don't worry about it."
Caliste said that as he imagined doing it with her mother and grandmother.
Soon enough, he could imagine the Champlin family being his. He could imagine the three of them in his bed, all pleasuring him at the same time, with Luther watching from far away as the people he cared about got fucked by Caliste.
