"Ahh… that was good… huff* huff* Fuck…" Sara said, her voice low and rough, sprawled over me, her naked body draped across mine like a heavy, warm blanket.
Her skin was smooth, soft against me, her big boobs pressing into my chest—full and plush, the same size as Aeri's, the thought flickering through my head uninvited. Sweat slicked us both, her dark hair sticking to her shoulders, her stockings still clinging to her thighs as she lay there, catching her breath.
"Ahh… huhuhh… huff*…" I panted under her, my chest heaving, my lungs clawing for air as I stared up at the cracked ceiling, the dim lights flickering faintly overhead.
The bed creaked beneath us, the sheets a tangled mess, the air thick with the musky aftermath—her scent, mine, the raw mix of us still hanging heavy.
