It was early morning after my intense session with Agneis, though "morning" honestly felt like a loose concept at that point. My sense of time had been chewed up, swallowed, and spat out sometime around hour thirty-something. My body felt both heavy and weirdly light—like my bones were still trying to remember how to exist properly after everything we just did.
Agneis lay sprawled on the bed like a goddess who had just descended from some wild, lust-filled heaven. She looked absolutely fucked out—no sugarcoating it. Her legs were limp and parted just enough for her pussy to steadily leak out my semen, dripping lazily down her inner thighs in this slow, almost hypnotic trail. The expression on her face said everything. Debauched. Blissed-out. Completely undone. Her mouth was half-open, like she was exhaling remnants of pleasure even in her sleep or whatever half-conscious state she was floating in.
