Nash's legs finally folded like cheap lawn chairs.
They crashed together into the warm, filthy lake they'd made on the tile.
Cum, sweat, squirt, drool, everything mixed into one sticky, glistening puddle that reached halfway to the door.
Jaz landed on top of him with a soft, wet thud, 80kg of trembling amazon muscle gone completely boneless.
Her head lolled against his collarbone, platinum hair plastered across both their faces like wet silk.
Golden eyes were open only a slit, pupils tiny pinpricks, unfocused and glassy.
A thin string of drool connected her bottom lip to his chest, swaying gently every time she exhaled a tiny, happy snore.
Snnnnrk… haaa… snnnnrk…
Her cunt twitched every few seconds, clenching softly around his softening cock like it didn't want to let go, even in sleep.
Every few seconds her cunt gave one last, lazy flutter around his spent cock, like it was still trying to milk a drop that wasn't there, then relaxed again.
