Both of us did it two times—once in her pussy, then again not long after—before we finally rest.
Her breathing was still uneven, shallow inhales catching every now and then as the last traces of her orgasm continued to ripple through her body.
I could feel it in the way she trembled faintly against me, like echoes refusing to fade. Meanwhile, my own thoughts were settling into that familiar, quiet state with the post-nut clarity washing over me, dulling the heat and replacing it with a slow, grounding calm.
She shifted closer, instinctively, until she was completely nestled against my chest. Her head rested just below my chin, her body fitting against mine like it belonged there. The warmth of her skin seeped into me.
For a while, neither of us spoke.
Then, breaking the silence, I finally said, "I never really asked you this, but… What happened on your trip? Did it go well?"
