Saki glared up at me, still covered in a mix of sweat, cum, and the warm traces of what I had just done to her face. Her voice came out half-accusing, half-exhausted.
"It is so dirty… I need to take a shower…"
I chuckled, low and satisfied, looking down at the thoroughly used state she was in—gaping, marked, and leaking.
"Yeah… you really are a mess right now."
Without waiting for another protest, I slipped my arms under her back and knees, lifting her easily against my chest.
Saki let out a small, tired sound but didn't fight it. I carried her out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, the soft weight of her soft, marked body warm against me.
I set her down carefully on the cool tiles, turned on the shower, and adjusted the water until it ran warm. Then I stepped in with her, pulling her under the spray so the water began to wash over both of us.
