Ananya remained bent over the dining table long after the last of the thick stream had slowed to a trickle.

Rajesh finished reading the news on his phone without once telling her to stand. The apartment was quiet except for the occasional distant sound of traffic and the soft, intermittent drip of his cum leaving her body and hitting the floor between her feet. Her cheek stayed pressed to the wooden surface. Her legs remained apart. The cool air of the room moved over the wet, open folds of her cunt and the sticky trails that had dried in layers on her inner thighs.