This was... well.<br/><br/>This was a twist.<br/><br/>As Anathema flopped back onto the bed, her heavy pale cock laying half-stiff against her stomach, her head spun with more than just the intensity of her slowly-faded climax. It was as if, in that kiss, the twins had traded personalities -- if they kept switching back and forth like this, how was she ever supposed to tell her mistresses apart? Was Chloe the dominant one, or... or was Molly? Who<i>truly</i>pulled the strings in their relationship, or was it traded at will, as easily as one would share a toy?<br/><br/>Her breasts heaved with the heat of her breath, and she wondered whether she should dare speak. Was this a test? if she got rough with Chloe, would she be punished for it? But as Molly stuffed herself into her twin's backside (sending another surge of arousal through the white-haired girl, both from the knowledge that Molly was having anal sex with her twin and the knowledge that Molly had a big gape to fill), Anathema found her fingers winding through Chloe's hair and tightening into a loose fist, her cock immediately rising back to full hardness. "Very well, Chloe... clean me. C-clean up -- clean up your mess."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>