Xena's legs gave out beneath her, and she sank to her knees on the cool stone ground beside the house, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Sweat glistened on her caramel skin, her torn robes hanging in shreds around her curves, and she leaned forward slightly, bracing her hands on the ivy-covered wall for support. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips, her black hair matted to her forehead, lightning mana flickering faintly like dying embers along her arms.
She felt full, spent, his cum still warm and leaking from her pussy, dripping down her inner thighs in thick trails.
