Early morning sunlight spilled through the curtains in soft golden rays, bathing the living room in a warm, gentle glow.
The air still carried faint traces of last night's debauchery, musky sweat, thick cum, and the sweet, heady scent of raw lust that clung stubbornly to the fabric of the couches.
Alex woke up and sat laying down on his couch, upper body bare, muscular chest and chisled abs catching the light in defined shadows.
Some hickeys bloomed across his neck and collarbone in dark purple clusters, vivid reminders of Anna's needy kisses. He woke slowly, red eyes half-lidded against the brightness, his thick cock still heavy and soft inside the boxers, the fabric darkened and crusty from her juices and his multiple loads.
He stayed sitting, legs spread slightly, arms resting along the back of the couch, letting the warmth soak into his skin. His gaze drifted to the other couch.
