Ananya stayed on the sofa exactly as he had left her.

Knees high. Thighs spread. The thick, creamy load he had just pumped into her continued to leak from her open cunt in slow, warm trails that ran down over her ass and soaked into the cushion. Her body still trembled with fine, residual shakes. The air-conditioning moved across her bare, sweat-damp skin and tightened her nipples into hard, aching points. She did not close her legs. She no longer needed the order.