Regina lay on top of Paul, her small body resting on his. Her fingers ran through his hair and her face hung over one side of his head while her hair fell to the other side and making some tickling sensation on his shoulder.
The sex was already over with Regina moaning and then feeling lump and sluggish so while resting on his thick, muscular abs, they were staring at each other. He liked it when she lay on top of him. Her tits always felt comfortable when they were pressed against his chest and when they became hard, he knew she was ready for another round.
Regina's eyes were glued to his eyes, and Paul could see that she was staring at him with a thoughtful expression. Her fingers slowly twirled his chest hair, and she seemed lost in her actions. Sometimes, a small smile would stretch across her face, as if she was remembering something with fondness.
