He started with her face — carefully wiping away the streaks of tears, drool, cum, and ruined mascara from her flushed cheeks and swollen crimson lips. Nyssa's emerald eyes fluttered open wider, staring up at him with pure, unguarded happiness as he tended to her.
"You're being so gentle…" she whispered, voice still hoarse and raspy from the brutal throat-fucking.
Aiden said nothing at first, simply moving the handkerchief lower. He cleaned her neck, then her heavy, milk-glistened breasts, carefully lifting each massive globe and wiping the creamy undersides where milk had pooled. He dabbed at her soft, post-pregnancy tummy, then moved to her thick thighs, collecting the mixed fluids that had run down from her gaping pussy and ruined asshole.
Every touch was tender, almost reverent. Nyssa's breathing grew steadier, a soft, content smile playing on her lips as she watched him care for her used body.
Suddenly, a tiny, high-pitched cry pierced the quiet office.
"Waaaah… waaaah!"
