The dining room settles into a lazy, sated hush after Haruto finishes licking every last sticky trace of honey from Erica's body. Her skin shines clean but flushed—tits heaving with slow breaths, pussy still throbbing and slick beneath the table, a faint golden sheen lingering in the creases of her thighs where honey and her own cream mixed. Haruto leans back in the chair, chin and lips glossy, cock half-hard against his thigh from the taste of her. They stay like that for a while—bodies pressed close, her head on his shoulder, his arm draped around her waist—breathing in sync, the morning sun warming their naked skin through the windows.
No words for a long stretch. Just quiet contentment, occasional soft kisses to temples and necks, fingers tracing idle patterns on sweat-damp skin. Eventually Erica stirs first.
"We should get ready… go out for a bit. Date. Shopping. Something normal after all this." Her voice is soft, playful, but there's a happy tiredness in it.
