she barely heard Harry's tired excuse. Seconds later, the look was forgotten, and Ivy went on to cum on his digits, even as he prodded her anal passage again with his middle finger, and they all fell asleep soon after, Harry on her left, Ivy on her right. Harry never saw Ivy's expression, and Ivy had never noticed her girlfriend's stare. So, Ivy wasn't yet ready to take that step, and Harley completely understood. And still, some part of her, maybe the selfish part, wondered