Nash eased out slowly, the stretch leaving Alicia gasping softly and needy, her cunt clenching empty like it missed him already, a thick string of their mixed mess stretching then snapping between them with a quiet, wet sound that echoed lewdly in the pink room.
He lifted her into his arms, bridal-style easy, her body limp and trembling against his chest, her twin-tails draping messily over his arm like silk ropes soaked in sweat.
Her freckled skin was flushed dark and glowing under the pink lights, every inch was warm and slick from sweat, the texture rough-soft where dried patches mixed with fresh beads rolling down her curves.
"Careful now," he murmured low, voice warm against her ear as he carried her to the cleaner bench, laying her down gently.
"Relax for a moment,"
Alicia clung to him tightly, arms around his neck, legs wrapping loose around his waist as he settled over her, her freckled tits pressing soft and damp to his chest.
