You let out a hoarse cry as your body tenses and releases, filling her up with hot seed. She feels the weight of you against her, your breath hot on her neck as you both catch your breaths. The warmth spreading through her abdomen is another reminder of just how far they've crossed the line tonight...and how good it felt to do it.

For now, she allows herself to bask in the afterglow, pretending that none of this ever happened.

"Shut up," she mutters, trying to regain her composure as well. "I'm never doing laundry again." She glances down at the pile of clothes on the floor and winces. "Ugh, we better clean this up before someone sees it..."