The room was a total disaster area. The massive bed looked like a war zone.
From the pillows all the way to the frame, the sheets were heavy, sticky, and gross. Some spots were already cold, but the middle was still warm because two bodies had been glued together since dawn.
The morning light didn't just show a few stains, it showed the whole damn mattress was ruined. It was soaked in sweat, her juices, and Nash's cum. There were thick, white streaks of seed that had dried and then gotten wet again every time he'd rammed himself back inside her. The mess had leaked in maps all the way to the edge of the bed, onto the wood and the pillow hanging off the side.
Nash had been awake for a bit, but he didn't move an inch.
He was still buried deep inside her, hard as a rock, tucked into a cunt that refused to let go. One of her thighs was draped across his stomach, and her bare ass was pressed tight against his hips. For once, he actually had a moment to think.
