Aisha remained slumped against Rohit's chest, completely spent, her breathing still uneven as she rested her forehead against the side of his neck.
"Just… a little longer," she mumbled. "Don't move yet."
Rohit shook his head with a quiet, amused smile. What he usually craved was an eager partner who kept up with him — but right now she was drained, and forcing it would only ruin the pleasant weight of her body on his lap. Waiting a bit was fine.
He reached past her and pulled the laptop closer.
Even as he focused on the screen, he could still feel her. Every few seconds her wet pussy gave small, involuntary twitches around his cock, soft and rhythmic, like it was quietly milking the tension from his body. The sensation was strangely clarifying. His mind felt sharper, more focused, running at a higher speed than usual. For a fleeting moment he thought that if he opened the stock market right now, he might actually walk away with millions.
