(There’s not as much action here as in parts I and III. IV will be VERY action-based, though, no buildup nor denouement, a true one-handed read.)
Glistening in the sun the evidence of our sweat release mingled, the thick whiteness of my forceful release cooling to the temperature of her sweat, her wetness mingling with the traces of lube between her thighs. We were still locked together, her left hand wrapped around my now-limp potence, my hand gently toying the entrance of her ass, a non-comital tease. I don’t know how long we would have stayed locked like that, but Geoff broke the silence.
“Right, we ought to clean up. You made quite a mess of her Ian.”
I stared to speak but he stopped me.
“Not that there’s anything wrong with that. We just might all feel a little better if we clean up.”