As soon as she felt the hooks of her bra come undone, Saffron shrugged out of it and tossed it aside. She sucked in a soft breath as Alcuin pressed against her, biting lightly into her lower lip.

As soon as Alcuin's last scrap of clothing had been tossed by the wayside, Saffron reached behind her again to Xander, with both hands this time, to push his boxers off his hips in a silent prompt to get him to slide them off. She wanted nothing between any of them, nothing but bare skin pressed together, and she quickly shimmied out of her own panties, barely needing to bend over even in her inebriated state.