The air still carried the heavy, musky scent of sex — thick ropes of Haruto's cum, faint traces of Yor's virgin blood, and the sweet, salty perfume of both girls' arousal. The cicadas outside sang louder, their steady rhythm filling the quiet room like a living heartbeat.
Haruto lay on his side beside Yor, his thick cock still half-hard and resting against her thigh. He had cleaned her as best he could, but he knew the truth: he had cum a lot inside her. Too much. And now thick, white, creamy ropes of his cum were still slowly leaking out of her freshly torn pussy, pushing out in slow, heavy streams that ran down her swollen folds and soaked the white sheets beneath her.
Yor's body trembled faintly, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her eyes were half-lidded, a soft, satisfied smile on her lips as she felt the warm, heavy weight of his release still inside her.
