Nearly an hour had passed.
The weird sexual game was long over. Nash and Jaz were just collapsed in the middle of the wooden court. They stayed locked together, just breathing. Their bodies were totally soaked. It was a mix of sweat and the leftover mess from their sex, cum and the powerful squirts Jaz had let out.
Their skin felt glossy and sticky. Every time one of them moved even a little bit, there was a soft, wet suction sound because their chests and stomachs were pressed so tightly together.
The air around them felt heavy and smelled sweet. It was that addictive aphrodisiac scent that comes from Nash's seed, and it was sticking to both of them.
Nash was lying on his back. Jaz was half on top of him, her tall body molding right against his, though he was still way bigger than her. She kept her face buried in the side of his neck, and her huge breasts were crushed softly against his chest.
