I watched Jennifer, her body still trembling from the intensity of what we'd just done. She quickly washed her asshole, her hands shaking as she cleaned away the remnants of my cum, her legs barely able to support her. The sight of her like this—vulnerable, used, and utterly mine—sent a wave of satisfaction through me.
Without a word, I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her to the bed. She didn't protest, her body limp and pliant as I tucked her in, pulling the blanket up to her chin. Her eyes were already heavy with exhaustion, her breath slow and steady as she drifted off almost instantly.
I stepped out of the room, leaving Jennifer to sleep, and made my way to the living room. The sofa was cool and inviting, and I sank into it with a sigh, my body still humming with the aftereffects of the night. I closed my eyes, the weight of exhaustion pulling me under almost immediately.
