Daniel gave a slow, crooked smile and withdrew his cock from her pussy with a soft wet sound.
A lazy, drunken smile spread across her lips — pure relief and afterglow. Her tongue slipped out instinctively, trembling slightly, chasing the last echoes of sensation as another warm pulse of bliss rolled through her unfocused mind.
Daniel eased himself off the bed, bare feet meeting the floor. He picked up a clay cup, scooped fresh water from the earthen pot, and drank calmly.
When he set the cup down with a faint clink, his eyes returned to her.
Esmeralda lay exactly as he'd left her; hips arched, thighs parted just enough for his thick release to trickle from her swollen pussy, cheek pressed sideways into the sheet.
"Lady Esma, you want some water?" Daniel asked with a neutral expression.
Esmeralda drew a slow, steadying breath, the last faint tremors of pleasure fading from her limbs like ripples smoothing across still water.
