After Zara's most recent attack on Rick's senses, the bedroom was quiet for a moment. He was lying on the bed, his body covered in sweat and other bodily fluids.
His mind was having a hard time processing the overwhelming amount of pleasure he had just felt. His cock lay limp against his thigh. It was drained but still twitching with leftover sensitivity.
Zara sat up and stretched her arms over her head with a happy groan. Her black hair was a mess around her shoulders, and her skin was red from working hard and being turned on.
"That was fucking intense," she said, running her fingers through her hair and looking down at Rick's limp body.
"Hey, I'm going to go pee real quick," she said casually, as if they hadn't just done some of the most disgusting things that could happen in bed.
"Don't move~" Even though it was a simple statement, her tone still had that familiar authoritative edge.
