Mia grinned, wrapping her arms around him. "Yeah. Definitely." She grinned up at George. "That was incredible."
George smirked and slid a hand over Tripp's thigh before slowly pulling out. He looked at Mia apologetically as he carefully lifted Tripp's hips, taking care of cleaning them both up and disposing of the condoms.
Mia pulled a face when George moved Tripp so he slipped out of her, missing him almost instantly. But she wrapped her arms around him tightly again when George was done, cradling him to her chest. George settled beside them, on his side, and stroked Tripp's back. Mia kissed his hair.