Ramesh kept his word about resting.

He lay beside her on the ruined sheet, one heavy arm draped across her waist, his softening cock resting against the sticky curve of her ass. For several long minutes the only sounds in the room were their slowing breaths and the soft desert wind moving past the blue shutters. Priya drifted in a hazy half-sleep, body still open and leaking, the thick load he had just pumped into her slowly seeping out onto the mattress. Every small shift sent another warm trickle down the crease of her thigh.