The balcony concrete feels even colder now against their bare asses as they sit tangled together, the night air nipping at every droplet still clinging to their skin. Haruto's cum continues its slow, thick leak from Erica's pussy—warm globs sliding down her inner thighs in lazy pulses, pooling in small, sticky puddles beneath her on the floor. The moonlight catches the white streaks like silver threads, making the mess look almost beautiful in the quiet dark.
After a few more minutes of soft, lingering kisses—lips brushing slow and sleepy, tongues barely touching—Erica shifts first. She stands on shaky legs, thighs trembling from the chill and the deep ache still throbbing between them. A fresh gush of his seed spills out the moment she moves—running in a warm, viscous trail down her leg to drip onto the concrete with a faint plip-plip.
"Come on… let's clean up a little before bed," she murmurs, voice soft and hoarse, reaching for his hand.
