Now, both of them were completely soaked—drenched in layers of thick, glistening white semen that clung to their bodies like paint on a canvas.
They lay sprawled across the floor, breathing heavily, their chests rising and falling with each shaky inhale. Their breasts bounced subtly with every pant, the softness of their flesh heaving under the weight of exhaustion and lingering pleasure.
The sight of them—utterly ruined, sweat-slicked skin shimmering under the dim lights, their naked forms coated in used condoms—was maddening. It was arousing to the point of absurdity. More than it should've been.
Their expressions were slack with euphoria, eyes half-lidded and completely glazed over with that unmistakable look of debauchery. Their tongues lolled from their mouths lazily, as if they had lost the strength to reel them back in.
