Jaz scrambled back, her massive body trembling as she sat on the mat, eyes wide with horror at what she'd just done, straddling him, drooling into his mouth like some feral animal.
Her face burned, hands covering her mouth.
"Nash... I... that was... oh god, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. It's like I blacked out or something."
Nash wiped his lips slowly, tasting her saliva, and grinned, propping himself up on his elbows without a hint of shame.
"Hey, easy there, Jaz. No apologies needed. That was... intense. Wished, even. You're a force of nature, girl. If anything, I'm flattered."
He reached out, gently touching her arm, his voice reassuring and steady.
"We're both worked up from the sweat and the grind. Happens to the best of us. No judgment between us, you know a degenerate like me would like that."
She peeked through her fingers, her breath still uneven, but the reassurance eased her a fraction.
