She groaned softly, lifting herself off him slowly, feeling every inch slide out of her, leaving a trail of wetness down her thighs. "I… I can't go again," she panted, trying to catch her breath. "I need to use the bathroom."
Arthur smirked, watching her struggle to stand. "You sure? You were handling it pretty well just a moment ago."
Alicia shot him a playful glare, her cheeks still flushed from the heat of their passion. She reached down to grab her discarded panties, slipping them on with a wince before pulling her sundress over her body. The fabric clung to her, doing little to hide the marks he had left on her skin—faint bruises from his grip and the redness of her thighs from their relentless session.
"Don't push your luck, Arthur," she warned, smoothing down the hem of her dress. "My pussy is aching."
Arthur's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I'll take that as a compliment."
