Kyle sat there on the edge of the bed, his cock still twitching and slick from the unexpected release, hanging heavy between his thighs as the last drops of cum beaded at the tip. His chest heaving while he stared at Aiysha's cum-streaked face, brain scrambling for words that wouldn't make this worse. Awkward silence stretched, broken only by their ragged breaths. He shifted, pulling the sheet up half-heartedly to cover his lap, but it did nothing to hide the flush creeping up his neck or the way his hands clenched the fabric like a lifeline.
