Still kneeling before her, Felix gazes at Yuna with an unreadable expression. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath after their passionate encounter. "That was..." he begins, struggling for words. "I never thought... it would be like that."
He looks down at his hands, still smeared with her juices from where he'd been pleasuring her just moments ago. The taste of her lingers on his tongue and in the back of his throat.
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The air between them feels charged as they both come down from their highs. Finally, Felix stands up and steps away from Yuna, giving her some space to regain her composure. His hands move automatically to brush the wrinkles from his clothes before he realizes what he's doing. He glances at the mess on his fingers, then back at Yuna, who is starting to feel self-conscious about being so exposed and vulnerable in front of him.
With a final thrust, Felix buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he came hard. He collapsed on top of you, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath.
"Fuck, Rina..." he panted against your ear, nuzzling into your neck. "That was incredible." He rolled off you, leaving you lying there on the cold studio floor in a mess of sweat and desire.
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He watched you with a hungry gaze as you lay there, trying to process everything that had just happened. Your chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, your skin flushed and damp with sweat.
"You okay?" he asked softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. "That was intense."
You nodded, still struggling to find your words. All you could think about was the way he'd made you feel, the intensity of his passion, the sheer ecstasy of being filled by him.
"I...I should go,"