The curved couch in Elizabeth's massive bedroom felt like a cocoon, cradling our tangled, naked bodies as we caught our breath. My chest heaved against hers, her soft boobs pressed tight against me, her skin warm and slick with sweat.
My cock was still inside her, her pussy warm and wet, my cum slowly oozing out, a reminder of the intensity we'd just shared.
The morning light spilled through the tall windows, casting a soft glow across the polished marble floor, making the room feel both intimate and unreal, like we'd stepped into a private world where nothing else mattered.
"Ahhh… huff… huff…" Our breaths came in sync, ragged and heavy, as we lay there, her legs still loosely wrapped around me. Her dark hair was a mess, sticking to her flushed cheeks, and her eyes—half-lidded and satisfied—locked onto mine.
"That felt great, right?" she asked, her voice low and husky, a smile playing on her lips. Her fingers traced lazy circles on my back, sending little shivers through me.
