Mina cleans her up

Mina's boots clicked closer. "I'll clean her up," she said, sounding exasperated.

Paul grunted from somewhere near the kitchen. "Towels are in the hall closet."

"I know where the towels are."

Izzy conjured an image of being hauled upright, draped in something soft, guided to a bathroom where she could wash her face and look at herself in the mirror and figure out who she was now. Paul would take one arm, Mina the other, and they'd carry her between them. It was the decent thing to do. She'd let them use holes she'd never let anyone use before. Surely that earned her at least the courtesy of being carried to a shower. But Paul didn't come any closer, and neither did Ward. It was hard for her to remember why Ward seemed like the nice one an hour (or two?) ago. Mina moved around behind her and got down on her knees. Then her hands landed on Izzy's bare legs. Her palms were refreshingly cool. If Izzy could move, she would've flinched. Alas. Her cheek pressed to the floor and her heart kicked. Mina traced lines up the backs of her legs with her fingers. The touch moved higher, to the flesh of her inner thighs where Ward's cum was still cooling against her skin. She paused there, pressing just slightly into the wetness, and she breathed out through her nose.

Izzy was able to turn her head just a little. Mina looking down at her body. She hadn't taken a single thing off all night. Her little dress shone in the light. Both hands spread Izzy's thighs apart with the speed of a snail. Mina was staring at the remains of the two men's fun. The cum dripped from Izzy's pussy and her ass and smeared across her skin. The blonde's pupils were blown wide and shaking. She dragged one finger through the mess between Izzy's buttocks. A glob of semen gathered on her fingertip. Izzy watched as she brought that finger to her mouth and closed her lips around it. She sucked it clean and popped her finger out of her mouth. Her eyes found Izzy's. Still, she didn't say a thing, lowered her gaze back to the wreckage between Izzy's legs and bent forward.

The touch of her tongue made Izzy jerk. She dragged the flat of her tongue through the cooling orgasms and up toward Izzy's lips. The tip of it touched her still so sensitive skin and she let out a breath. "Oh," she groaned. Her friend didn't budge for one second. Mina's hands gripped her ass cheeks and spread them wide. Her tongue traced the inside of her cheeks, savoring the comingled tastes, and then her tongue found Izzy's asshole.