My body was still trembling, collapsed against the sauna bench, slick with sweat and Noah’s c*m. My p***y throbbed, raw from his c**k, but the ache wasn’t done—it demanded more. The cedar-scented air was thick, wrapping us in a haze of heat and s*x.
Noah’s hand lingered on my hip, his fingers tracing lazy circles. I glanced at him, his chest heaving, sweat glistening on his skin. His eyes were dark, still hungry, and f**k, it set me off again.
“You’re not done, are you?” he said, voice low, teasing. His thumb grazed my inner thigh, dangerously close to my soaked folds. I smirked, my breath catching, already craving his touch.
I shifted, sitting up, my legs shaky but spreading instinctively. The bench was warm, slick with my juices, and I didn’t care. I wanted him to see how much I neede
