Geneva was once again sleeping peacefully in Clair’s bed, having been fucked to exhaustion. Clair and I cuddled up together in my small bed, barely enough room for us to spoon. I was the big spoon, of course. It let me rub my half erect cock against her legs and ass while we made pillow talk.
“My friends are really eager to meet you,” she whispered. “They think your cum could give us a chemical advantage in the big rivalry game. Testosterone, or some shit.”
I giggled into her ear. Hardness returned to my cock, and I slid it back inside her. Her pussy was slick with her own aroused lubricant, as well as coated in my semen, so I was able to fully insert myself with little effort. She wiggled against me, helping my thickness slide in. “What did you have in mind?”