Dahlia
The first spray caught Dahlia on her nose, then another splashed her eye before Trent's pulses lost strength. She lazily slurped the remainder from him, smiling at the sensation of his softening cock. Then Nathan caused her to moan with stentorian ecstasy as he came inside of her. Despite Trent's cum, she opened both eyes wide, measuring the volumed of his release into her. Her acceptance of him inside of her. She smiled widely, collapsing into a sprawled heap between the two men.
Trent's call for lunch perked her ears up, and then she checked her internal chronometer. She shot a look at the door and noticed that it didn't appear to be opened recently... but she couldn't tell. "If lunch is arriving shortly, we should clean up. Michael should be arriving soon, and... I would like to look my best for him." With a brief grin, she continued, "Do either of you mind finding a towel for me? I would like to thank you... I have enjoyed this."