Fauna's body was still trembling violently from the aftershocks of the orgasm. She had to force air into her lungs in short with her tiny frame shaking all over as waves of pressure and release continued to ripple through her core.
For several long seconds she couldn't even process what had just happened.
When she finally managed to lift her head, her eyes focused on Mika's face.
And she was horrified by what she saw.
He was drenched.
Thick white streaks coated his forehead, plastered his hair flat against his skull, ran in rivers down his cheeks, dripped from his nose and chin, soaked his neck and chest until his skin glistened like he'd been dipped in cream.
Even his eyelashes were clumped together.
The sofa beneath them was also caught in the crossfire as it now had wet patches spreading outward in a wide halo.
Realising this what she had done, Fauna's heart plummeted.
She slapped both hands over her mouth, eyes huge with shame and horror.
