They both looked worn out, lying there on the bed in a tired heap, their slick skin shimmering under the room light, marked by scratches, sweat, and shiny trails of slipped-away semen. Leah's muscles trembled still, resonating from the aftermath—the overwhelming intensity they'd just unleashed.
Troy pulled the sheet up to their waists and lay back down, looking all kinds of relaxed and comfortable.
Their breathing soon slowed, their chests now rising and falling in sync– which wasn't exactly what I had expected to see, judging by my past experiences of working here.
I half expected him to simply roll out of bed, get dressed, and strut out of the room like a s*x god, but he didn’t. He seemed quite content to stay there, cuddled up with Leah.
“So, how was your first time?” he asked, fina
