Olivia comes home

You're left being able to do no more than lay on the bed, abused and cum covered as Amy begins wiping off her cock with the shirt you were previously wearing.

"You got my cock as dirty as you are." Amy says. She finishes cleaning herself off before bringing the shirt towards your face. She lifts up your head and slides the bunched up shirt underneath. Though you're not happy about where it's been, it does feel nice being off of the cold spit puddle you previously were in.

"Ooaahaooo!" You say, attempting to suggest the removal of the object in your mouth.

"Oh, don't worry." Amy says. She looks down at you with a smile that gives you chills. "We'll go again soon, I bounce back quick." She gives her cock a few playful shakes. "I could use a drink though, please tell me you have gin."

Though you couldn't truly answer even if you wanted to, you don't get a chance as you suddenly hear the bedroom door opening. You look up in surprise, relief, and embarrassment as you see Olivia standing in the door way. She looks at you, then Amy, then you again, seemingly figuring out the scene that's just unfolded.