Both of them woke up slowly, their naked bodies still intimately entangled on the ruined bed—sweat-slick skin pressed close, remnants of the previous wild nights scattered everywhere in displaced flower petals, twisted sheets soaked with their mixed juices, and the heavy scent of raw sex lingering thick in the air.
Leon's massive cock remained half-hard and buried deep inside her well-fucked pussy even in sleep, her walls gently clenching around him possessively. Seraphine stirred first, a soft, needy whimper escaping her lips as she felt him twitch and thicken inside her again.
After lying together for a long, peaceful while—simply holding each other close, savoring the scorching warmth of bare skin against skin, lazy kisses and soft caresses—they eventually decided to clean up with a shared bath.
Though "bath" was far too innocent a word for the filthy things that happened in the steaming water.
