Sabina gasped and tried to cover her mouth with her hand. Staring, she saw my cock - now it was floppy, but it was still thick and heavy, which was the proof of an all-nighter with us and the glint of the dawn.
"G-Gods," she muttered, hardly audible above the stream's noise. Her legs were tightly together, and her fingers were curling into the ground beside her.
Ravina didn't make it a point to conceal her amazement. She extended her hand, her fingertips just brushing the area above my length, and her breath was in quick, sharp gasps. "It is... limp," she began, then immediately put her hand to her mouth, her throat moving up and down.
I giggled, a quiet and deep one, as I took a step into the water. The river was still cool, a harsh contrast to the heat that was left on my skin. "You must have heard Agatha's moans, right?" I mocked, my voice a husky purr.
