Fenny and Lyfe Wedding Night: Both is Good
“Goodnight, everyone!”
The looks of envy from the other Operatives were palpable as Rentoya closed the door behind him.
He turns to see Fenny and Lyfe waiting expectantly a short distance away.
Fenny flips her blonde hair, the veil falling from her head.
“Adjutant, I bet you know what time it is. I’ll be chosen first, surely!”
“A-Adjutant, I…I’m nervous, b-but I’m not l-letting Fenny have you first!”
Lyfe’s hands rest on the top of her plump cleavage nervously.
“I-I can’t decide, girls. You’re both so beautiful. I-it would be wrong of me to choose.”
“Oh? Maybe seeing a little more of me would sway you to pick me, Adjutant,” Fenny smirks, while pulling up her dress slightly.
The white lace underneath her dress teases Rentoya’s eyes momentarily, but is quickly obscured by Lyfe stepping in front.
“A-Adjutant. You like these, don’t you? They’re all yours,” Lyfe stammers.
The normally stoic Operative bares her ample chest, elucidating a robust reaction as she wiggles back and forth seductively.
“Girls, girls,” Rentoya chuckles sheepishly, “the night is long. I’m sure we’ll all enjoy ourselves.”
Fenny stares at Rentoya, a blush creeping across her face as the tent in his pants grows.
“That…that’s not the only thing that’s long, apparently…”
Fenny looks at Lyfe, who nods in agreement.
“We’ll take him together.”
Both Operatives step towards the Adjutant.
“Come here, husband. You’ve got two very eager wives to please…”
“J-just…be gentle, okay?”