Athan began to recede from the peak of euphoria that assaulted his body.
The sensations were galvanizing enough, like all of his energy reserves drained so much in such a short time.
But the tiredness he had in him was beyond gratifying, especially with her positive responses.
If anything, Athan was more than fond of her as at this point he was so enamored that even with Nathalie's lustful gaze, he couldn't refuse her.
But then, he slumped back to the couch as he released so much of his essence, and he noticed that the irregularities of her body started to shift better, albeit far from normal.
Her eyes now locked at his shaft, still twitching back to hardness with its tip oozed white and creamy, which she gave it a lick, not a drop of his went to waste.
A tingling sensation crept to him from such sensitivity, growling low, but he held it in for her.
