Monica laughed and moaned softly whenever Khan's lips touched her sweaty skin. He stormed her with kisses, starting from her chest and climbing to her neck and head. Even her curls couldn't avoid that show of affection.
The loving assault ended with Monica resting happily on Khan's torso. He wrapped his left arm around her shoulders, hugging her tightly and pressing her on him. They had let their passion run wild for a long time, but Khan still wanted her to be closer.
Monica rubbed her cheek on Khan's chest before lifting her head. Her long hair almost hid her half-closed, unfocused eyes, but nothing escaped Khan. He saw the slight exhaustion and deep satisfaction inside them, and the pleased smile plastered on her face added clues to that theory.
No words arrived. Monica leaned forward, and Khan relaxed his hug to let her reach his face. The two fell into a slow kiss, and both smiled when they separated.
