Marlissa surprised him.

"Don't you want to fuck me again before you leave?" Emily purred. She stepped back and laid down on the bed.

"I..," Ryan muttered after she spread her thighs apart to tempt him with her wet pussy.

"Fuck her, my love." Marlissa, wearing only a white garter belt, thigh-high fishnet stockings, and stiletto high heels, stepped out of the bathroom giggling.

"Marlissa?" Ryan gasped. "Were you trying to test my fidelity?"

"No, honey," Marlissa pleaded. "I saw much you loved fucking Emily last night and I thought it would be great for you to have sex with her again."

"It was just lust and ****," he protested, glancing over at the young brunette waiting for him on the bed.

"I understand, love. It was I who got Emily and Katie to join us."

"So you have no problem with me having sex with other women?" Ryan wondered.

"I have no problem," Marlissa smirked.

"But I won't without your consent," Ryan assured her with a smile.

"Then you have my consent," Marlissa smiled back. They both turned their heads to Emily.

"So you're going to fuck me now?" the brunette asked impatiently.