Naomi stretched in her bed-alone. Strange, because she could have sworn, she'd ended up pillowed between a pair of male bodies at one point during the night. Even more miraculous, they hadn't attempted to molest her. The jerks.
Surprisingly enough, she didn't find herself annoyed the guys had stayed the night in some sense of misplaced chivalry. It was kind of hard to remain irritated after the extreme pleasure they'd given her after dinner. It still blew her mind they'd expected nothing for themselves in return even though she saw the evidence of their turgid desire.
Worse, she almost wished she'd begged them harder to take her last night and mark her just so she could feel their c***s inside of her. Actually, in the light of day, she still had that urge. The mating call or lust, whatev
