Maid?

The twins exchanged a glance, their black eyes meeting, a silent conversation passing between them—freedom, a tantalizing glimmer, weighed against their tangled bond with Kael.

Tila's scowl deepened, her pussy still tingling, her breath uneven, while Lila's fingers twisted her t-shirt, her black eyes conflicted, her heart torn.

Lila looked down, her curls hiding her face, her voice soft but resolute.

"I'll be your maid," she said, her black eyes fixed on her lap, her pussy buzzing faintly with the afterglow.

Tila gasped, her black eyes wide with shock. "Lila!?"

Kael wasn't surprised, his hazel eyes warm, his grin softening, a flicker of tenderness in his gaze.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice gentle, searching her face.

Lila nodded, not meeting her sister's eyes, her curls bouncing slightly. "Yes."

Tila's black eyes blazed, her wild hair a mess as she leaned forward, her voice sharp but resigned.