It was unclear how long the 'battle' lasted; it seemed as if time had been forgotten.
Sam was well aware that Sophie, having witnessed all this, would likely find it hard to sleep.
But at last, it was over.
Sam sat on the sofa, gasping for air.
Angel, on the other hand, appeared somewhat dazed, with white semen flowing from her anus. She seemed almost unconscious, and if not for her rapid breathing, one might have mistaken her for dead.
Sam glanced again at Sophie, who still seemed to be sound asleep. Good grief, how long had she been in that position without moving?
"Do you... want to take a shower?" Sam asked the limp Angel beside him.
Angel seemed too lazy even to open her eyes, let alone speak.
Sam thought it over and decided not to prolong the awkwardness. It was time to quit while ahead.
The recent frenzy was like a sandstorm in the desert, fiercely sweeping through without leaving a trace afterward.
