In the washroom, Astrid removed her full maid outfit and sat down in the bathtub Lyra had just used. The air still seemed to carry traces of the girl's citrusy fragrance, mingling with the gentle warmth spreading from the warm water, lingering around her strands of hair.
Leaning her back against the porcelain tub, the thin clothes she'd just taken off soaked in the hot water, Astrid slowly exhaled, her crimson eyes fixed on the soft orange light above.
People seemed unable to suppress their physical instincts. Even she, after such prolonged intimate contact with Lyra, felt a faint, hard-to-suppress heat stirring within.
Fortunately, Lyra's constitution was relatively sensitive. Just holding her like that, with her legsing Astrid's arm, it hadn't taken long before she reached her own release.
Otherwise, if it had dragged on any longer, even she might have lost control.
