The chirping of crickets slowly faded as the sun barely rose on the horizon, marking the end of early morning; however, due to the clouds, it was not warming at all.
Silence now filled the garden area, a stark contrast to the violent splashing and desperate moans that had echoed just moments before.
Helena lay limp on the damp grass beside the pond, her body a battlefield of pleasure and pain.
Her thick, mature frame was pressed against Viktor's side, one heavy breast spilling across his chest like a dollop of warm cream.
The heat radiating from her skin was a testament to the storm that had just passed through her. His cock, once a brutal invader, now lay shrunken and soft against her inner thigh, a mere five inches of placid flesh.
A violent tremor wracked her body, a delayed aftershock of her shattering climax. She buried her face into the crook of his arm, the scent of his sweat and their shared fluids filling her senses.
