
The shower ran for a long time.
Ananya stayed exactly where he had left her—face-down on the bed, thighs spread, the thick load of his cum slowly cooling as it continued to leak from her open cunt onto the sheets. Her arms lay limp above her head. Her cheek pressed into the mattress. Every few minutes another warm trickle escaped and ran down over her clit or toward her asshole. She did not close her legs. She no longer needed to be told.






















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