"Amelia…"
"Amelia…"
A gentle voice called her name from somewhere far away.
Amelia groaned quietly under her breath as consciousness slowly returned.
Her body felt warm and strangely sore, as a pleasant ache spread across her muscles, especially between her thighs and deep in her core.
She blinked slowly and the soft glow of the lantern on the bedside table came into view first, then the familiar ceiling of the large bed above her.
"Was that... all a dream?" she mumbled sleepily.
As she turned her head to the side, she saw Brandon sitting naked beside her on the bed, watching her with a gentle, concerned expression.
Freya, who was sitting on her other side, leaned over with a relieved smile.
Amelia glanced down at her own body.
She was completely naked. Her perky breasts were marked with faint hickeys and love bites.
Her thighs were sticky, and a slow trickle of thick white cum was still leaking from her swollen, reddened pussy, slowly dripping onto the sheets beneath her.
