Kaiser slowly straightened up, leaving the space between Irene's thighs. He stood at the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on her. His chest heaved, his still ragged breath coming out in warm clouds. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, gradually regaining his composure. But his eyes remained riveted on the body stretched out before him, still shaken by fine tremors.
Irene lay on her back, her legs slightly apart. Her half-closed eyes were hazy. Her pale skin glistened with a thin layer of pearly sweat, and her breasts, in the bra, rose with the rhythm of her breathing, which was gradually calming. After a few long minutes, her breathing settled into a regular rhythm.
"Hhhaaa… Hhhaaa…"
