The air in the room was thick, heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, Veronica was the first to speak, her voice a husky, satisfied drawl, "We've gotten all sticky." she murmured, a lazy smile on her lips.
Her eyes then drifted to Aya, who was blinking through a lens now streaked and clouded. "And it seems you got some on your glasses."
Aya let out a small, flustered sound, quickly removing the spectacles to clean them with the edge of the sheet, her cheeks flusheda deep crimson.
Julian, his chest still rising and falling with deep, recovering breaths, watched them with a look of profound, satiated awe. "You've.. both become so skilled at this," he breathed, the words filled with genuine admiration. "Unbelievably so"
