I pulled out slowly, feeling the wet drag of Eleanor's pussy release me with a soft, obscene sound. My cock bobbed heavy between us, still slick and half-hard, glistening with both of us. I took a step back, chest heaving, lungs burning from the effort.
Eleanor stayed on her stomach for a second longer, ass still slightly raised, thighs trembling. Then she rolled onto her side and looked up at me with that lazy, satisfied grin she always got afterward.
"You can take a bath here," I said, voice rough, catching my breath. "Shower's hot. Take your time."
"Yeah, I need it," she murmured, stretching like a cat. A small trickle of my cum started to slip down her inner thigh—she quickly pressed her palm between her legs to catch it. "You have a towel?"
"Yep. You go ahead. I'll grab you some clean ones."
"Okay." She sat up slowly, wincing a little in the best way. "Let you know when I'm done… fuck, Evan, you worked me over so bad."
