“I think we could extend your break by thirty minutes.” Sevika hums, the ring-decorated fingers on her right hand skimming down the length of your spine. Her towering figure pressing closer to you, caging you against the wide surface of Abby’s broad chest.

It’s not uncommon that the married couple are always over you. Especially during mealtime.

“Don’t you think so, Abs?” she questions, turning her steely gaze over to the blonde—who was currently kissing your lips raw.

The woman in question pulls back reluctantly, panting heavily from the effort of making out with you. Though, she still manages a lopsided smirk.

“Yeah. An hour, even.”