Sinthia sat up, feeling the odd strain in her muscles as they complained against her still using them to let Illya move out from behind her, holding her weight up on one arm as she pressed unhurried and openmouthed kisses to Solo's lips and throat, working down to his shoulders and chest. His cock slipped out of her as she moved with a wet sound that got a soft sigh from her, wrapping her hand around him but not stroking yet.

"He's big," she reminded Solo, with her free hand sliding up his ribs as she watched Illya move. "Tell me how you want him to fuck you," Sinthia murmured to Solo, encouraging and distracting as Illya stroked his cock, getting ready.