Maya stepped back on trembling legs, still panting hard. The moment she looked down and saw the clear, shiny wetness coating her inner thighs, a fresh wave of heat rushed to her face. She couldn't help but blush even deeper. My grass skirt was equally soaked, the front darkened and clinging from the mess she had left on me.
She lifted her eyes and glared at me, the expression a mix of residual pleasure, pure mortification, and defensive anger — as if glaring hard enough might erase what had just happened between us.
Her voice came out shaky and embarrassed when she finally spoke.
"…Don't look at me like that. And don't you dare say anything about… about what just happened. It was an accident. A complete accident…"
I didn't answer right away.
Instead, I glanced down at my cock, which was still standing rigidly upright, thick and flushed, the cock glistening with a mix of her squirt and my own precum.
