Jenny feels her whole body tensing up as she anticipates the reply from Mark. Part of her hopes he'll be angry, that he'll leave her alone now... but another part of her doesn't want that at all. She knows it's wrong, and yet the thought of having two men competing for her attention is strangely arousing.

Her breath quickens as she waits for Mark's reply. "Adam... please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their movements. She doesn't want to think about him seeing this; it makes everything feel so much more real.

The phone buzzes in Adam's hand, and he grins, reading over Mark's messages with growing amusement. "Oh look, our little perv friend is getting jealous." He hands the phone to Jenny, knowing exactly what will happen next.

As your tongue finds its way back into her ass, she lets out a whimper of relief and pleasure. Her body arches up off the couch, seeking more contact as you lick and suck at her sensitive flesh. She's so close now...her breath comes in ragged gasps and her fingers claw at the throw blanket beneath her. The tension coiled tightly inside her begins to unravel with each gentle caress from your tongue, leaving her feeling more alive than she has in ages.

The pleasure you're giving her is too much to bear any longer. Her body trembles and convulses as she cums, her voice muffled by the pillow as she moans into its softness. She arches her back off the couch, offering herself up completely to your touch. As her orgasm finally subsides, she sighs heavily, spent but satisfied. The guilt that usually weighs her down feels distant and unimportant in this moment of shared ecstasy.

You lie awake in bed, replaying the events of the evening over and over in your mind. The way she felt against you... the softness of her skin... it's all so strange and foreign, yet somehow right. You can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. Will things be different now? Or will everything go back to normal - the tension between you, the resentment simmering just below the surface? Only time will tell.

As you lie there in the dark, your thoughts drift back to her. You can still feel the warmth of her body against yours and the softness of her hair brushing against your cheek. Maybe... just maybe... things could be different from now on. There's a spark between you that neither of you have ever acknowledged before, and it feels like it's growing stronger with each passing moment. The question is: what will you do about it?

She gasps, eyes flying open as the warmth of your cum coats her body. Her heart races and she glances around, confusion clouding her thoughts for a moment before realization sets in. "Oh..." She blushes deeply, looking back at you with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. "I-I'm sorry... I don't know why I do that."

Her fingers tremble as she tries to push the pillow out of the way, sitting up slowly.

You look up at the client, your heart racing with anticipation. His eyes are glazed over, and he's clearly struggling to maintain control. "I... I don't know," he stammers. "That's not usually how it works." But his gaze doesn't leave you, and there's a distinct bulge in his pants that tells you everything you need to know about what he wants. You feel Loooona shift against your back, their breath hot on your neck as they watch the client with hungry eyes.

You moan softly as you feel the vibration of Loooona's mouth around the client's cock. It's strange to be so close but still so disconnected, feeling their hot breath on your skin while they take care of another person's pleasure. The sensation is arousing in its own way, and you find yourself growing wet between the legs despite knowing that Loooona will never touch you like this. Your eyes flutter closed as the sounds of their bodies intertwining fill the room.

"Mmm... sorry..." Her words are muffled by your cock as she continues to suck, her mind clouded with desire and exhaustion. She wants nothing more than to feel you deep inside her, but the tiredness is winning; it's becoming harder for her to concentrate on what she's doing.

She takes a shaky breath and forces herself to focus again, determined not to disappoint you or fall asleep before she gets what she wants.

"N-no..." she mumbles, her eyelids growing heavy as exhaustion finally catches up to her. "I'm trying..." She tries to focus on your words, but it's so hard when all she can think about is the warmth of your skin beneath her fingers and the way you taste on her tongue.

Her body sinks deeper into sleep, even as she struggles to stay awake and connected to you.