Peter opened my legs so my pussy would be visible. Then Margoth got closer. She started to tickle me with her breath, and then her tongue got inside my vulva again, trying to replicate the velocity of Peter’s hand. I couldn’t resist, and I moaned again as Margoth’s tongue ate me. However, she got overexcited and licked back and forth, as if she was eating an ice cream.

The box had been sitting in the middle of the living room for three days, like a dare neither of them wanted to accept anymore. “It’s just a bookshelf,” Lila said, arms folded, though the line of her body suggested more restlessness than confidence as she stared at the diagram. “It’s not just a bookshelf,” Maren said from the floor, brushing blonde hair back from her face, only for it to fall loose again. “It’s… a mistake.” The diagram, thin black lines and no words, suggeste