I looked down at both of them, their bodies bearing the traces of our intense, wild encounter. Sweat, cum, and love juices mingled and glistened on their skin, a map of our desire and lust painted across their flesh.
The house, too, bore the marks of our passion—stains, and smears of our combined fluids decorating every surface, a testament to the raw, primal intensity of our fucking.
I had lost count of how many times I had ejaculated, my body pushed to its limits and beyond. Finally, utterly spent and exhausted, my cock hung limp and heavy between my legs, totally sated and drained. I didn't want to move an inch, my body content and my desires were finally quenched.
