Five minutes later—huff~—the fleshy sounds and moans had faded into shallow breaths, Samantha's naked form sprawled atop Don's chest.
Their sweat-glazed skin stuck together—shhk~—where her breasts pressed against him, nipples still stiff and oversensitive.
A slow drip of saliva trailed from her parted lips—slrrp~—onto his collarbone, mixing with the sheen of sweat pooling in the hollow of his throat.
Don's fingers—ah~—dragged lazily down her spine, tracing the streaks of sweat along her lower back.
Samantha's breath hitched—huff~—as she lay there, thighs still spread, her cunt sticky. The room smelled thick with sex, sweat, and salt.
"I can't believe we just did that…" she murmured—mnf~—her voice hoarse, lips lightly swollen from biting back moans earlier.
Don's fingers tangled in her sweat-damp hair—shlk~—gripping lightly as he dragged her head back, exposing the flushed column of her throat.
