The twins' soft breathing was the only sound in the room besides their own ragged pants.
Ai lay draped over Asahi's chest, her body limp and glistening with sweat, his cum still leaking slowly from her well-fucked pussy onto his thigh. Her voice was hoarse from screaming, but her fingers traced lazy circles on his skin, like she couldn't stop touching him even now.
"Asahi..." she whispered, nuzzling into his neck. "Don't move yet. I want to feel you inside me a little longer."
He was still half-hard, buried deep, pulsing occasionally with aftershocks. His arms tightened around her. "I'm not going anywhere, baby. You're stuck with me."
She hummed contentedly, clenching around him deliberately, drawing a low groan from his throat.
But then her eyes flicked up to meet his—dark, mischievous, still hungry.
"You know what I want next?" she breathed.
He arched a brow, already knowing. "Tell me."
