"Hmm...."
A soft, contented humming sound echoed in the dimly lit room as the heat of lust and tender romance finally began to settle into a cozy, sensual calm.
The night had slipped into deep midnight. A gentle breeze floated in through the open window, fluttering the light curtains, its cool touch brushing over the warm skin of the two naked bodies lying tangled together on the bed, glowing faintly in the aftermath of their fiery passion.
Aether slowly turned his head, his eyes lingering on Aqualina, who was resting her flushed, sweaty face against his chest. Her breathing was slow and heavy, and her lower lips still held him snugly inside, their bodies still joined—his thick shaft nestled within her soaked, clenching heat.
Their connection... still softly leaking their shared essence, trickling down between them. But neither of them moved to break it.
Neither cared to clean it.
