Eran's hands finally slid to her hips, firm but unhurried, and with one smooth motion he turned her over onto her back.
Miyu gasped at the sudden shift, making her hair fall across her flushed face, her chest still rising and falling like she had just run through fire.
But Eran didn't touch her.
He sat back on his knees, while his gaze lingered on her.
Her legs were still parted, trembling, her pussy still slick and pulsing with every soft twitch, making more of their mess slip out in glistening trails onto the sheets.
Even her ass gave a little flutter, as if her body itself hadn't yet realized it was over.
Miyu swallowed as she tried to catch his eyes, but his gaze stayed fixed lower, drinking in the sight of what he had done to her.
Every breath she took made her chest rise beautifully, her pink nipples still hard, and her thighs quivering as if begging to be touched again.
